THE SEEKER, a Poem

I sought my true love

like an eager ferret

dark narrow places

yielded only pain

and reminders.


I sought her then in song

celebration wassail

and the over-smiles

of promising strangers


Echoes of forgotten touches

haunted my silken dreams

silvering quests as futile

as wanton breezes

through broken branches


On a moon-washed hillside

faintly through a quiet mist

a glimpse there

a half-smile

beckoning and bold

a swirling garment

patternless yet providing

the only map

I would ever have


or need.



© clark cook

23 Sept. 2012

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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

Ahhhh - Beautiful and melancholy poetry as only your talent can produce.

What a way to describe the love of a lifetime "The only map I would ever have or need."

Voted up


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cynthtggt 4 years ago from New York, NY

I must second shiningirisheyes comment, for I see in this poem something not seen but found even if it was always elusive. Wonderful. Now, you know I do not get every notification because of my computer, so I did a search. Let me say, the beauty here is something the young will, I think, never know. We are blessed, aren't we? You may think we are different but I am no different than you. Voted up.


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moonfroth 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Irish & Cynth --

Thank you both for your kind words. Sometimes a poem just "comes". This was one of those. Didn't revise a word. Rare.


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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Moon, you did well not to revise. The words set a perfect mood of longing, search and that faint glimmer of hope that keeps one forever proceeding. I love how you wrote about "wanton breezes/through broken branches". I love to be out at night and know how the light and indeed a wisp of air will slip through branches and tinkle leaves. Just beautiful.


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moonfroth 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Hyph -- a very sensitive response. Thank you.


Margaret Ann Waddicor 22 months ago

Oh you romantic, here in this poem, expecting to find someone, when one finds without looking when we do, like a sudden surprise, not necessarily the beautiful or the seductive, something infinitely more subtle than that. However I still enjoyed feeling romantic while I read it! :)


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moonfroth 22 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Thank you Margaret! Egad! Two YEARS this romantic bit has lain dormant until you brought it to life again.


Bobby 22 months ago

Gee whiz, and I thugoht this would be hard to find out.

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