Me and Emily Dickinson
More and more I’m finding solace
being alone, less an less drive
to reach out and connect. I don’t
equate staying home with lack
of popularity, don’t think
people feel sorry for me
because I’m alone. I’m happy
reading on the porch,
an afternoon swim, Friday night
PBS New Hour. I hope
no one calls. Maybe
I’ll become Emily Dickinson
secluded in her bedroom.
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I think this virus has made many of us happy hermits! Excellent poem!
Thanks Sylvia, Looks like it’s universal at least with poets
Meeeee too. I felt this.
and me too!
honest words
Yes, you are but don’t become too much of a hermit! Good poem.
thanks Bev, appreciate your comments!