Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Unicorn 11 - Poem by Michael Shepherd

Where the unlimited, expanding, limiting itself as it expands,
reaches where it can limit itself no further –
there it is; there in its, our, world; there you may see it;
where it could not be more beautiful
and yet be seen; where it could have
no other form, and still have form;
where it is most itself.

And so, where we are most ourself,
when we are most ourself, it’s there;
near; you may see it; you may not; near;
you and it, so close; and where
we are where all the stories tell –
the gate, the door, the mirror, the key that calls the hand,
the undergrowth pushed through, and there –
in the clearing in the woods, it is;
treading on the silent mossy ground,
can white be so transparent?
waiting for nothing and yet there;

where the limited meets the unlimited,
where we know
that whom we always knew we are,


Comments about Unicorn 11 by Michael Shepherd

  • (4/3/2007 7:26:00 PM)

    Truly a psychological adventure that encourages the reader to self-reflect. The Unicorn is something more than a Unicorn? In that case, II feel silly for not yet grasping the metaphor. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/5/2005 10:52:00 AM)

    This is beautiful and mystical and profound...and I love the line 'can white be so transparent? ' This is the knowing that we have something special right in front of us that we cannot always see. Wonderful.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 5, 2005

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