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Updated on September 23, 2012

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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      Bobby 3 years ago

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

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      Clark Cook 3 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

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

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      Margaret Ann Waddicor 3 years 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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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Hyph -- a very sensitive response. Thank you.

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      Brenda Barnes 5 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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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      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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      Cynthia Taggart 5 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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      Shining Irish Eyes 5 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."

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