basim al aoda

Rookie (1/7/1960 / Iraq)

The Ghost - Poem by basim al aoda

The Ghost

Remainder of gleam,
In the lamp –
The wind revolt,
Shakes it,
And the deserted lover was in his room,
Ghosts procession shake him,
He recalls a bright recently,
As dropp of fine rain –
On the tumblers,
And he remembers.
The hereafter is a parity,
And how did yesterday –
In a repose,
I rapt by a wine from aspiration,
He smells the perfume of –
Spread lilies,
He infatuates as butterflies –
In the forenoon,
And comes back a soul form sprit,
And the poet in his room,
Ghosts procession shake him,


Basim Al Aoda
June 2007


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 7, 2008



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