for the Honeybee and dVerse
for the
unicorn seeker
as you
search the clouds
and the
ocean waves
rising
dancing streams of white
your eyes
search every
view for the
elusive unicorn
they say
there is no unicorn
why then are
you a seeker?
peering
through tangled branches and every
dream caught
against the sky’s clouds
hoping for a
glimpse of a dazzling white
mane falling
in waves
light and
frothy like clouds
then you’ll
know a unicorn
and reach to
touch the horn white.
the journey
is long seeker
many have
sought and only seen clouds
straining
their hearts at every
wishful
thought and every
false start
gone like the waves
yet still
they look to the clouds
for
somewhere there is a unicorn
so are you
willing seeker?
to spend
your days in search of white?
and when
your hair turns white
and you see
yourself in every
young and
youthful seeker
till sighs
come out like waves
to think
they might see a unicorn
while you
saw only the clouds.
but did you
not see in the clouds
the horn
spiraling white
and feel the
eyes of a unicorn
brightly
shining looking back at every
believer
through the ocean waves
and know
that he too was a seeker?
and when at
last the clouds part every
elusive white
horn through the waves
of a
unicorn’s mane will be before you seeker.
That is a cool bit of imagery. Great Job. I like the analogy.
ReplyDeleteLovely images here, and (ha) you have me believing in those elusive unicorns.
ReplyDeleteit is good to not stop seeking even if we grow old...and i think only those that are seekers themselves can see it in others as well
ReplyDeleteFunny how some folks see the Unicorn and some folks can't..
ReplyDeleteI for WON..FEEL GLAD to know the unknown and never
kNow the cloud...
alone.
Wow - great job with the sestina! The end words held up very well and addressing the seeker very poignant. It had a childhood fantastical viewpoint. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI love to imagine myself a unicorn with silver mane.
ReplyDeletei would love to see a real unicorn...but i am happy to see ones in the clouds...i think there is still magic in this world...and perhaps we see hints of them in the clouds...smiles.
ReplyDeleteI live close to a town where most people- even older people have the belief that fairies dwell here. One must be polite to them I believe or else! As for seeking unicorns? Well may we never ever stop doing that.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThe wonder of the unknown--the elusive--made me smile!
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