Looking For Love

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In the woods once, lost

and looking for a pathway

to all things made of happiness,

I thought I saw love

half hidden, hiding from wolves

beneath a rotted moss

covered fallen pine.

.

I said, "Hey love, whatcha

doin' under there?" Love

is shy, but since I was not

a wolf, love said, "I'm

absorbing resin and pine

essenses."

.

"Why? Is love not acidic

enough?" Love looked up,

eyes widening before answering,

"No, not for acid, for eons old

stored up pomp, glory, and

majesty. I lost much of that

over the centuries."

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I left love there, collecting what

was no longer needed by conifers

and tried looking instead for love's

cousins: truth, valor, and freedom

because they do not hide

in pine trees rotting

in the woods.

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allets

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Blackwingedbird's picture

Your poem of love Resin-nates

Your poem of love Resin-nates (sorry for the pun) . This reads a little like folklore, which is a favorite of mine.

 

allets's picture

Wondrous Pun!

 

That's what I had in mind with my Elementals series - more like mythology though. A great pun to begin the new year. Thanks! - allets -