September 2

The Secret Life of Books

Art, dVerse, Free Verse, Poetics, The Unique & Sundry, The Unique & Sundry: A Poetry Collection

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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

Claudia Schoenfeld's The Secret Life of Books
Claudia Schoenfeld’s The Secret Life of Books

The Secret Life of Books

Where do the words go
when they pass our lips?

Do they rise skyward
like butterflies
awaiting a new tongue
to flutter on?

Do the words shake from covers
and fall —
raindrops
one by one
to drench the mind
in fantasy
or memory?

Do the letters bleed
into Rorschach’s blots
to be more
than the eye imagines?

Words can be —
the twist of the key
that unlocks
the mysteries.

 

Playing with the dVerse Poets tonight. Mary has done a fantastic job tending the Poetics bar — featuring the sketches of dVerse’s own Claudia Schoenfeld. With the artist’s permission, we celebrate the art of water colors and poetry melding together.

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Where do words go? A good questions I like the idea of them rising to the sky fluttering like butterflies until they touch another
    who is waiting.

  • oh they have the power to unlock mysteries indeed…. words are so powerful to make us see things in a different way.. and they do have wings – i swear – smiles

  • words can def open doors…i like your ponderings on what their life is once we release them…and alluding to them as raindrops or riding rain back down is pretty cool d

  • Will we ever totally understand the secret lives of words? I liked that you asked questions and left us to provide our own answers.

  • I love your gentle musings on the Secret Life of Books. Those words only have lives if we turn those pages…and I think they live on well after we’ve read the last line…somewhere.

    • I so agree Gayle that words only have lives if we turn the pages and that they live beyond the life of their authors. I think that is why so many of us write, a sort of eternal life we give ourselves. Cheers!

    • Thank you for stopping by and giving my poem a read. I agree light and words do waft through our lives, isn’t it grand!?

  • So true…where do words go? I have wondered this sometime as well and often picture them being carried by the breeze. I do like the idea that words unlock mysteries.

    • Thanks you for tending the bar Mary. Great idea to highlight Claudia’s inspirational water colors.

      I am glad you like the poem. I do thing some times that words just hang in the air waiting for another mind to walk by and observe them. Smiles.

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