. . . solitudinous people person
purposely pollyannish
collector of dear days
one man woman
circle of love rippled wide.
Color me
a waving turning sunflower
old-fashioned holly hock
dancing daffodil
never lily of the valley down.
Find me next season
on your darkest nights.
I shall be the newest star
east of that famous north one
or west . . .
you’ll find me
because you’ll understand,
even in death
my geography skills
will still be severely lacking
. . . but I promise,
I’ll be there.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where Amaya reminds us that last Thursday was the 199th anniversary of Walt Whitman’s birth. She asks us to write a poem somewhat in the spirit of Whitman’s Song of Myself….something personal as in an ad to someone who knows us well…to meet us perhaps, at a later date. I should add, after rereading my poem here, I am healthy, well, happy and expect to live for many many more years!
lillian the home poet 
I like the part about lacking geography skills but being there nonetheless.
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….and it is true!
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I love all the optimism in this… great to know how to find you without a map.
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Positivism…..to me it’s essential. And yes….I do somehow believe we shall all eventually become a part of the cosmic dust…..shining over the earth and still connected to the living. I very much want to believe that.
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We are so multi-faceted. A began a poem once
IF I were to explain me in a day
You wouldn’t understand a thing I say
If you were to separate all the reds from blues
Lavender would never be a hue
Neither did I get the geography gene.
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geography gene…..:) I am definitely missing that in my DNA! 🙂
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Your “circle of love rippled wide” and your palpable gratitude perhaps leads you to the confidence and peace in knowing you’ll always be ‘found.’ Beautiful, Lillian.
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So late to the reading……..travel and company….but now back to my morning routine of reading and writing…and finding this lovely comment. Thank you so very much.
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Beautiful !!!
‘even in death my geography skills will still be severely lacking’, hilarious 😉
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Yep — that ending poke at levity to keep everyone smiling….glad you enjoyed!
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Excellent scenes of Awesomeness! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you!
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I recognise you in these lines Lill, even though I have never met you in real life! I love the lines:
‘purposely pollyannish
collector of dear days
one man woman’;
‘I shall be the newest star
east of that famous north one
or west . . ‘.
and
‘even in death
my geography skills
will still be severely lacking
. . . but I promise,
I’ll be there.’
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So so late to the reading here. Travel and company had me away from the dVerse gang. Have so enjoyed my early morning coffee, writing and reading again. I’m back in the pub (instead of the saddle) again! Thanks, Kim. Glad you enoyed this one.
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