“in search of . . .”

in search of

a few meaningful lines
all along while Clio whines
Calliope is nowhere to be seen
as for Erato Melpomene and Polyhymnia
they are getting dressed right before my eyes
in a frantic vengeance and joy i have not foreseen

all i had requested were a few leads
to embark on my quest to find the Lupita
i suspect i am suffering from severe jitters
as i am capable of only counting my fingers
while each compiles in a pile countless beads
i’m afraid i am going to drown in this Chlorophyta

perhaps just perhaps though
i will find what i think i am looking for
would you please bear with me while i search
until a reasonably coherent finding does emerge?

Eureka!

i did
i did find it!
i indeed found an encyclopedia
ever so proud of their voluminous bit
its makers unanimously call it “Britannica”
i can never keep on a pedestal any colonialist

my jottings clearly announce so don’t you think
as for my effort to rise as a weighty conversationalist
i truly hold not one single hope for your “Hallelujah!”
but please join me at least in my jump to a “Hurrah”
i am after all finishing up the task at hand no easy feat
otherwise i would have to throw a never-before-seen fit

© hülya n. yılmaz, July 20, 2018

[Published by Inner Child Press International in the August issue of the fifth volume of The Year of the Poet]