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Poeminister
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since 2000-02-26

Posts 1862
Regina SK; Canada

0 posted 2000-03-12 10:34 PM

Unicorn

Under the shedding moonlight
soft skin silvery white
of a gentle galloping Unicorn
adorning a gleaming horn

Her hoofs crush into the earth
in her escapade of mirth
as through vistas and glades
her enthusiusm pervades

She streaks like ray of light,
an arrow through the night
and then stops at the river
to replenish her vigor

Poeminister

"From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives."--Goethe

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

1 posted 2000-03-12 10:45 PM

PoeMinister~

I love your tale of unicorn
a vision of delight.
Fly on, fly on yon unicorn
into the morning light.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
noles1@totcon.com

Denise

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

2 posted 2000-03-12 10:59 PM

This is so magically beautiful!

Denise

Meadowmuse
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since 1999-12-27

Posts 3263

3 posted 2000-03-12 11:28 PM

"Her hoofs crush into the earth"

Wonderfully descriptive writing, Poeminister.

Alwye

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since 1999-06-16

Posts 3850
In the space between moments

4 posted 2000-03-13 10:27 PM

Exellent work! I've always loved unicorns...if you know the soul of a unicorn, you know mine. Here's a poem I wrote about a unicorn a while back.

The Last Unicorn

Soft tendrils of a silver mane,
Brilliant blue eyes, glistening like rain.
A touch of the softest of white,
A wonderous coat, shining so bright.

A spiraling horn, entwined with gold,
A gentle being that shall never grow old.
She prances within a moonlit glade,
Then among the tiny sprites she lay.

The purest of souls this being owns,
Always understands, never condones.
A heart so gentle, a love so strong,
She is one who will never go wrong.

A creature of hope, a hevenly sight,
This beast, this pure being of light.
She is the one with the golden horn,
She is the very last unicorn.

*Krista Knutson*

I do this so this world will know that it will not change me....-GB

Poeminister
Senior Member

since 2000-02-26

Posts 1862
Regina SK; Canada

5 posted 2000-03-14 03:58 PM

--Marge:  Thank you. I like that little animation. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

--Denise:  Your regard is cherished. Thank you very much.

--Meadowmuse:  Glad you liked. Thank you for your kind remark.

--Alwye:  I love it!  Thank you so much for sharing that poem Alwye. It's wonderfully written.  Indeed the soul is strongly felt. Unicorns are beautiful and your talents shines. Thank you for reading.

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