A Collar-Bone Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of fealty's Apollo at my door her Love,
needest no dark that by dark bewails the night,
of eyes so blind beyond the sunrise;
e'ery departed look to my shipwrecked dreams
this world that shows not half thy part
away from heaven's most high deserts such darling insights,
of wrinkled lip in my spilt words so fair a rose!
that in whose graceful ease nothing stirrs the mind;
nor her charms of flaunt flamingo, too soon shall fade:
of furrowed fields along the pavement of cow parsley,
some dry autumn leaves of book in rosemary garden,
I still am looking, looking upon the mundane shell
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree, a burning goblet,
hath rent at midnight lease in nurslings of immortality!
our little john of harplings upon the sand dunes,
unto the stars in secret influence comment,
beside the oak in the late evening with pen-pricked angels.
many a woe-begone days in novice feeling,
fills my heart with what I write thee to unending doom of poetry.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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