A Stereotype Palmist Poem by Naveed Khalid

Mere love of beauty's looks needest no subtle reality
of the mind,
o'ershadowed by half-baked masonry's night
in largess of some thought alone,
this world of fealty's Apollo at my door,
of her first falling winter snow on mountain tops
against time's devouring hand,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath at midnight lease:
beside the oak a cracked boat to my shipwrecked dreams
under the Archangel's brow of wrinkled lip in my spilt words
upon the sand dunes of crowqui'l such darling buds of may,
bereaved of light my glorious days in the late evening,
plays a hunch for the parade by the rocking chair;
the table, the bed of crimson joy the wall on high,
of violet blues this waking hour in haystack of woods,
hath a rugged path that knows no bounds by the sea-ashore.


(C) Naveed Khalid

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