The Colors of Freedom

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

A flag of Red White and Blue
star studded and stripped
flaps in the wind.

A bold symbol of independence
as mindsets and ideologies blow
in and out with tenacity.

Whispers of wrongs and Rights
tethered to lighted poles.
Waves of sovereignty

ebb and flow across a Nation
that boast of free agency,
free market, and freedoms.

From banners of Human Rights,
State Rights, Civil Rights
— slowly we see the light.

Three colors are not enough
to define our strengths,
our wisdom, our bravery.

We move towards a state
of an Enlightened Liberty under our flag
of God, Country, & Diversity.

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Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.

Delaina J Miller

The Colors of Freedom