"shephered" poems
You are the shepherd and I am the sheep
following blindly wherever you lead
my feet feel green grass or the sharp stones in streams
or streets and raw pavements and trash-in-a-heap
You feed me no food for you give me no heed
whether baaing or bleating; my stomachs all bleed
but you are the shepherd and I am the sheep
so I'll keep by your side while you feed her a feast
You, shephered beloved, are shepherd besotted
by she and her serious set of pleas and now, pleases
She'll never be pleased with your idyll ideal
but you- are the shepherd and I am the sheep.
Sheep keep by their shepherds through streams, storms and steep hills,
sheep sleep keeping their shepherds warm with their sheepswool,
sheep weep with their shepherds when shepherds don't feel well,
sheep keep being sheep, sheep are truer than people!
You! You're the shepherd, and I am the sheep.
Now are you beginning to see what I mean?
Ruminate wisely on what you have now learned,
because I, sheep, am waiting to join your white herd.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Magus Alexander McNair
Son of Autumn
play your lute
summon the seasonal offering,
my shephered.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC