How Shall One

How shall one ever find one
goes searching just so high and Lo
there are nuances crouching in the shadow-lands
in the lowlands fingers wandering for hands
seas of trees like cloudy waves of green halos .
.
Perhaps waiting in the bottom of a cup of tea
Whisper of a name written in the sighing leaves
Weighting monumental
Pantheons of spirit balloons longing for the skies
Thronging hallelujah choruses singing for some sighs
Rise above what's here and now, release what only appears to be
Become an image that has ever grown, sometime soon to be
Known again,
Another name it was, (believe) by any other shown .
.
So much for Love may be done
How shall one ever find one .
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-02-11 at 22:23

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An intriguing sort of quest here submitted by M. Whethers.
We at BirdBrains note with interest 'Lo', which sounds as an announcement. Elsewhere, we enjoy a sprinkling of rhymes and, as always, excellent imagery, especially the 'seas of trees' and 'spirit balloons'.
Applause!
2015-02-12