Flower Child of Old

Wilting daisies crown her head. 
Twined in double-chain necklace 
wilted more, they weep happiness
like old mood-rings on blue-veined hands.

Bare knees peek out
beneath tie-dyed ruffled skirt.
Tire-tread sandals grace her feet,
big toes polished in fireworks.

She seeks nothing now,
mind enveloped in hazy blur.
Nothing but a return to youth
before the savagery of time.

Love IS. Love the world.
Love everyone as your kin. 
Crooked sloppy words
painted on torn off shingle.

She holds it high for no one to see,
proud of its weathered look.
Blotched spots drip from letters
like tears shed in her dementia world.

At seventy-one, determined to return,
she roams these Woodstock fields
empty now, save her memories.
In her mind, she is there,
back in her revolutionary days.

2020-07-21 (2)
Merril is hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today she asks us to consider the idea of revolution. We can write about it in any way: revolution of the planets, a spinning top, a political revolution, new ideas and inventions, medical discoveries. You get the idea.

16 thoughts on “Flower Child of Old

  1. msjadeli July 21, 2020 / 3:28 pm

    Lillian, What a beautiful tribute to a time gone by and now here again. I love that photo and am guessing you were there?? I love the sea of humanity it shows, unified, peaceful.

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  2. merrildsmith July 21, 2020 / 3:31 pm

    Poignant. I can imagine her. We can never go back, except we do find history repeating itself.

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  3. Grace July 21, 2020 / 4:27 pm

    That was a good time to be Lillian. And I love this line:

    In her mind, she is there,
    back in her revolutionary days.

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  4. Lucy July 21, 2020 / 4:46 pm

    This is so impactful and beautiful. The last few lines are just WOW! So reflective.

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  5. Glenn A. Buttkus July 21, 2020 / 5:31 pm

    If dementia can lead we boomers back to the Summer of Love in1968, then bring it on. Even with the protests, the war, and drugs, it remains my favorite decade.

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  6. rothpoetry July 21, 2020 / 8:00 pm

    A very nostalgic piece of peace and Love… back in the days of revolution… that sadly are still with us! Love the flash back to Woodstock!

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  7. areadingwriter July 21, 2020 / 10:35 pm

    oooooh. i love the nostalgia and the air of love throughout this poem, Lillian.

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  8. hank77 July 22, 2020 / 2:24 am

    kaykuala

    Who could forget the sensation of the flower people? Yes, Lillian with their big gatherings not many years ago. More so with their theme of love and flowers in their hair, LSD and the drug scene still legal and in their infancy!

    Hank

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  9. sarahsouthwest July 22, 2020 / 2:58 am

    This is so poignant. The flower power revolution that was going to change the world… and didn’t. Well, maybe it did a little, and it’s great to see people who’ve held onto idealism through their lives. So many people settle.

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  10. memadtwo July 22, 2020 / 1:17 pm

    I agree with Sarah. Most of us just got on with our lives, but some kept the flame alight to pass along. It’s good to see hands reaching out to take it again. (K)

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