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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#853708 added July 8, 2015 at 12:28pm
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Waving Girl
Florence Martus was the Unofficial Greeter of ships by Port Savannah, Georgia that came sailing into port or on the ocean. She did this every day from 1887 to 1931. She was known as "The Waving Girl." Was she waiting on a sailor she loved to return or was she just friendly? A statue of her and her dog is located at Morrell Park, the river front of Savannah. If a statue was made of you, what would you be famous for or remembered as?

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I know the town of Savannah and the statue. Florence wasn’t waiting for a sailor; she just lived by the ocean and was friends with the lighthouse keeper. Eventually she made friends with all sailors. She was a nice, kind human being and was friendly with everyone. Being the imaginative romantics that we are, we must have surmised, made up, and added the romantic story of a sailor who never returned.

The question of the prompt is not the one I can answer, and neither do I want to, but it may probably be answered by those who have known me well. What I think I have been or at least tried to become, however, is being independent and not asking for help from anyone unless absolutely inevitable.

Frankly, I don’t ever want any statue made of me. A statue is an effigy, in fact a dummy figure, which a human being is not. It is especially dangerous when a statue becomes an idol and inspires idolatry in the people who begin to worship it, and then, as in the case of the waving girl of Savannah, attribute unreal stories to it.

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