Bagpies

a poem by Naveed Khalid, Pakistan

What use thy occurence to a close afraid,
no eyes can see e'ery flower
upon a barren heath
the wall on high in sweet-scented silence,
be made to wither from off thy old-formed memory;
a spine of a book leaf against the harvest moon!
a garland for yore head under the Archangel's brow,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crow:
that our queen shall wear at Erin's gate;
above the mantle piece, the stars in secret influence comment,
full glorious sun of our common affairs,
oft steals looks from my bed of crimson joy,
that day I scarcely grew to light of my shipwrecked dreams,
a wrinkled lip in my spilt words o'er the dale;
where I my feet hath tread the mundane shell,
beside a desert titan a broken mirror
that shows not half thy part in the backyard
of my garden
some such snowflakes in winter cold.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Monday, December 14,2015 3: 30: 10 PM

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