She Too – City of Fountains – Delaina J. Miller

Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1 prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me

Is it really such a tragedy
that my sentences are raggedy
words tread together by similarity?
The conversation is still defiantly
expressions of me.

Is it really such a travesty
that I wander aimlessly?
When I can travel through time so easily
…our life history
…a life lived outrageously.

Is it really such a disparity
that I have forgotten the melody
of your name? Still there’s some clarity….
I know the feelings of family
and passions intensity.

Is it really such an indignity
that something once familiar is now a novelty.
Or that simple tasks escape me.
I still dance to life’s jamboree
and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality
even as I become more absentee?
There is plenty of life in my legacy.
Don’t bother writing my eulogy,
when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

Kansas City is known for many things like barbecue and the Chiefs. This week the fountains were flows of red as the community kicked off the opening of football season. As my own kick off here is a poem that is in She Too: Four Voices in (Almost) Harmony.

City of Fountains

Every winter they turned off
not to become frothy mounds of fluffed ice.
Fountain Day, a community sign of spring
when all the fountains come to life again.

Waters leap high in the air
or flow rippled cascades.
On Opening Day the fountains gush Royal blue.
For Breast Cancer Week
fountains emit pink.

There are mermaids and warriors;
delicate nudes, even a muse.
Memorials to Nichols and Bloch
and Firefighters too.

The City of Fountains
falls short only to Rome.
With bubbling gurgles for children to play
the fountains are art in wet sprays.
Just a few of the reasons to call
Kansas City home.

Go Chiefs!