POETRY // KHADIJAH

KHADIJAH
Thy beauty is not of this shadowy state
Your eyes are full and black
The loveliest of lovely things are they

Your cherry lips are soft
Different from the cast lips of Diana

Your voice is as the music of the Sabbath bells
The strange deep harmonies that haunt my breast
Livelier at the coming of you

And languishing to watch thy graceful movement
To see the tumble of thy tresses
Behold thy round bosom
And listen to thy murmur of tunes

To my light heart
It sounds like a resonant echo
That softens my heart.

-----Inez Anigbogu

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6 comments:

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  2. Your poetry is so wonderful. Such talent you have. This is the third one I've read, and they each blew me away.

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  3. What a beautiful poem, Inez. Thank you for sharing and have a great Monday!
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    Miri

    http://curerntlywearing.com

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  4. Hi Inez, I am so in love with this poem. It is beautiful. Happy Monday, sweetie.
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    Miri

    http://currentlywearing.com

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