Monday, July 19, 2010

The Goatherd and the damsel















outside the rooster’s on his night perch
and the morning sun’s ready for his repast
i look at you sweet love in your beauteous sleep
and desire to hear your sweet and wondrous words
But my purse is light and the hearth is cold

the merchant’s kitchen is laden as his purse
his garden bears tempestuous fruits all year round
naught a fur blanket to cover you 'cept this sheet
but my heart is warm and see his harem’s brimmed
will you not look back and consider my honest plea

look my love look back just once even in jest
see this torn heart beneath this tattered attire
while that palanquin carries you to his threshold
i take my goats to the mountain pasture once again
to sing this lonesome song to the wilderness

9 comments:

  1. wow... me luv it... luv how it ends too "i take my goats to the mountain pasture once again to sing this lonesome song to the wildernes" but i guess the 'mounain' misses a T :) as much as this lonesome hillman misses the temptress damsel...

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  2. will you not look back and consider my honest plea?

    past love huh? hehehe bro beautiful... reminds me about my life... a nomad by life... a solitary being by heart? i refer that to the person... this is so perfect... reminds me of my past shaaaaala

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  3. BD...ha ha ha,,,ka lo notcie miah lova, spelling dik lo dang pawh a lo tam teuh mai...corrected..

    thank you so much for the compliment

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  4. gothica...ka ziah chhan deuh che alawm bro...he he

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  5. ka awih lo rabux lolzzzzzzzzz

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  6. Aw..thanks Rolfe! for taking time to read my poem

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  7. To meet in dreams and then waking up to reach for hands that were not there....sometimes it may have been less agonizing for the goatherd never to have met in dreams!

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