A Bag Of Bones Poem by Naveed Khalid

Needest not I by some art this world
of outrageous mask at midnight lease,
o'ershadow'ed by lone bark of a tree,
our forefathers bedtime stories tell in dismal shades
of age-old gray, not least can move me more
by a rocking chair at clover-beach:
the sea, the sea of veneral amores
runs in deep sorrows down the lane
in amber woods her night-long love of first frost
her falling winter snow, pricked with a furr coat
in the cellar-barn, small minions that arise
from off thy ancient lyre of golden tress
his hair upon the sand dunes;
beside a wrecked boat, a broccoli, outspread in leaves
of autumn, a star-y velorum, sticks out his head
like a soring thumb impression, of plumed hat on knees
in ruffled feathers, Santa's mini skirt
of a dragon skin by a fireheath;
the owl of Minerva on wings, on wings
still haunts my head against phoebus vocal rage;
unto my shipwrecked dreams e'ery flower upon
a barren heath, of plucked parsley
half-way between the carpet upon
her interlocked assumptions of the mind,
pays homage to the setting sun at my door
of rosemary garden; while musing o'er the dale
in silent hours of soliloquy, of laurel wreath
thy myrtle crown at the pedestal of thy throne,
such darling buds of may in summer's prime
under the Archangel's brow, sweet maid.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday 20,2017.3: 46 PM / 3: 34 PM/ 3: 54 PM

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* Title Revised: From A Bag of Bones To A Bag Packer