A Mental Furniture Poem by Naveed Khalid

Mere love-sick thought on thee
can ne'er illumine,
down the lane in amber woods,
dry leaves of autumn,
having writ thee of veneral amores
runs in deep sorrows,
her night-long love
among a thousand roses farewell!
against the setting sun at christmas eve,
corrupts the mind in reality of yore
dappled things,
first frost of falling winter snow
in the late evening;
sticks out his head like a soring
thumb impression,
much stressed out note of e'ery
skipped beat,
while musing o'er the dale at my door
of rosemary garden,
me not myself to claim
her stumbled feet upon the sand dunes;
of wayfarer's clime on top of the tree:
this world of woebegone days
in my bed of crimson joy,
a table, a chair, remains but a drag
of suspended consciousness;
thy iron car at Matilda's farm
beside the oak,
my shipwrecked dreams of straw hat
on knees in ruffled feathers,
plays a hunch for the parade
under the Archangel's brow,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, October 17,2016 2: 41 PM

* Suggested title: A SAD Syndrome