I’m thought verily sought after
By some of us that are but
Slightly insane
And those who believe in me
Are those who can see in me
All of my names
For I am the unicorn
That no one will know
And this is my song,
This is how it goes…
I am a photo in motion
To catch, capture
and to captivate
I am a two-legged step-stool
Balanced, toppling
under too much weight
I am the leaky drinking cup
Leaves you thirstier
Than all of the rest
I am a map to wealth untold
Buried treasure
of now empty chest
I am a precise instrument
Drawn by this hand
Therefore obsolete
I am a fine tuned melody
Locked in your head
and without a key
I am an old spruce violin
Gathering dust
Kept just in this case
I am a weathered leather ball
Deflated, flat
from neglect to waste
I am a wish born of wisdom
but still, witless
biteless and toothless
I am an uprooted tree stump
Heritage reigns
Not gripping but rootless
I am a blue sapphire gemstone
Precious but lost
in and amongst greens
I am a truth full of fancy
Flawless to fault
And caught in between
That was really good and pretty long i liked it. Lylyanna
You are a magical spinner Weaver of verse That shimmers with truth V.T.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of the blind men and the elephant. People decide who we are based on the only side they can see. Not very accurate with a dodecahedron.