A Jabberwocky Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of far-fetched sky at midnight lease
that lurking limbo, lopsidedly walk'd past
that old wooden house of mortal clay;
against the setting sun at my door
of rosemary garden: this world of wayfarer's clime,
too shall fade from out of the blues in still waters;
by swana's lake, a broccoli, outspread in leaves of autumn,
beside the oak, e'ery flower upon a barren heath, remains but a drag of suspended consciousness, my shipwrecked dreams through the window of thine holy eyen:
above the mundane, of wrinkled lip in my spilt words
such darling insights along the pavement of plucked parsley
her subverted looks of eyes so blind;
still musing o'er the dale of fair weather days
in the mellowing spring;
I still behold hung aloft the ghastly night
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
first frost of falling winter snow,
down the lane in amber woods,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
shook off his head of soring thumb impressions,
plays a hunch for the parade
small minions that arise from airy nothing
thy majestic voice be my only woe at clover beach;
nearby the nineveh, a cypress boat is sailing away
from high heavens in my bed of crimson joy;
of less travelled light vanishes in hades among wild flowers
of e'ery looking glass that looks me through day's old rhetoric, beside the oak, his tress of golden hair
by day's toil more bright upon the sand dunes,
breaks the first light at dawn thy myrtle crown
under the cow's shed thy fair lamb in November.

(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, January 11,2017.3: 12 PM
*poem revised
Leg-bye!