Poet's Corner Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Poet's Corner Ii



O horrible, horrible awhile but to think on thee,
Of e'ery wanton look to morning's pure serene,
That in worn-out time to precious minutes waste;
I still hold dear with what I least contend,
Oft marked by that forfeited first in Hades of a star:
Not least by travel tired at sunset of the evening sky,
A drifting dream amiss along the pavement of cow parsley,
Of furrowed fields against the harvest moon:
To my eyes so blind that darkling inkpot of ruffled feathers,
Away from out of sight to wonder at thy golden brow;
The sun in deep azure through studded feelings arise
From out of the blues in still waters of e'er melting snow,
Alas, my woe-begone love to unending doom of poetry,
E'ery flower upon a barren heath in my bed of crimson joy;
Of ages that are dead through hurtlings of past woe,
The crow's quill beside, thy gilded monument astounds.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, February 02,2015 5: 32: 24 PM

Monday, February 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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