goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Encounter Late at night, on a foggy mountain path, I met a monk, clad in gold, on a black mare. He held out a hand; I climbed behind him and saw the hole in his back. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 what a cliffhanger goldenlangur. the ending made me smile. i didnt see that one coming. i hope you were being humorous if not what a story to tell your children or nieces and nephews. i am going to read this one to my 6 year old nephew mason my brother's andrew's son and see how he reacts to the poem lol next weekend. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Billydo Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi GL Your poems are getting shorter even than mine. Time is so limited eh? Does this mean that hitchin' a ride with a monk helps you see your way more clearly? Cheers Mike Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Thank you Victor for giving this a close look. I must confess the story is my imagination gone wild and your review made me realize that it is indeed spooky! I'd love to know what your nephew mason thinks - kids don't mince their words! goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi Mike, Good to see you around! You're spot on - my poems are getting shorter and time is never enough! What an excellent shot !: Billydo wrote: ..Does this mean that hitchin' a ride with a monk helps you see your way more clearly? Mike With a hole in the back - it would Lovely to hear from you goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Goldenlagur you are very enigmatic here. This poem, and then when I read your response to Mike Billydo wrote: ..Does this mean that hitchin' a ride with a monk helps you see your way more clearly? Mike goldenlangur wrote: With a hole in the back - it would That made me to think a lot. It is some ironical touch of happenings. The poem Encounter gives another dimension of thinking and existence. Does that hole in the back of the monk presents that encountering? - good metaphor GL and you give nice picturesque imagery here: I met a monk, clad in gold, on a black mare. Very thoughtful piece Alek Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi Aleksandra, I like your reading very much: aleksandra wrote: .... gives another dimension of thinking and existence. Alek So glad that you enjoyed the descriptions of the monk Thank you. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 I can't say that the part about the hole in his back made me smile. It reminded me of images I had seen of recent events in Myanmar. The fact that the mare is black is significant. I wonder if the narrator has decided to "take up his cross" and follow in the monk's footsteps. But even if s/he has not heard a calling and is just along for the ride, the underlying message is there: death is not final. Perhaps my reading is totally off ... Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
summayya Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Encounter Late at night, on a foggy mountain path, I met a monk, clad in gold, on a black mare. He held out a hand; I climbed behind him and saw the hole in his back. goldenlangur I know this feeling...I know it quite well....have gone through it in recent years... This was wonderfully done. One of your best poems... I will save this one with me.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi Tony, Not at all. You reading gives a very interesting angle and I like the idea that "death is not final" very much: tonyv wrote: I wonder if the narrator has decided to "take up his cross" and follow in the monk's footsteps. But even if s/he has not heard a calling and is just along for the ride, the underlying message is there: death is not final. Perhaps my reading is totally off ... Tony Thank you, goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi summayya, So glad that this resonated with you: summayya wrote: ...I know this feeling...I know it quite well....have gone through it in recent years... And thank you as ever for your incredibly generous support of my writing efforts. I'm touched that you should want to mark this piece. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 hi goldenlangur my nephew went out of town this weekend with my ex sister-in-law for a family vacation so i did not get a chance to ask him about this poem. next weekend i will ask my nephew mason what he thinks of this short poem. i found it to be interesting and surprising as you know. victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hi Victor, Your thought of asking your nephew his opinion was most generous. But please don't worry if this doesn't happen. But bless you for the thought and kindness. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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