Amanda's Kitchen Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of e'ery departed look this world
in subtle reality of the mind,
needest no paradisaical injunctions
in haystack of woods,
beside the oak, of wrinkled lip
in my spilt words upon the sand dunes,
dry autumn leaves of book
against the setting sun my shipwrecked dreams:
of smokey suburbs by the shabby island,
first frost of falling winter snow;
heaven hath her golden bough in the tree,
of clay and wattle-made thistles by the stream
from out of the blues in still waters,
pebbles and stones in the ocean sink
her night-long love at my door
of rosemary garden under the Archangel's brow,
a broccoli, of way too far besmeared with time,
of veneral amores runs in deep sorrows,
small minions that arise In nurslings of immortality!
of fair weather days in the mellowing spring,
remains but a drag of suspended consciousness
this darkly drowned enigma of yore
drifting dream amiss,
of unnerved blood in vein a mud-feet
along the pavement of cow parsley,
thy iron car at Matilda's farm,
sticks out his head like a soring thumb impression,
half-way between the carpet upon,
no heart can afford to play a hunch
for the parade; else be a music to my ear,
of voluptuous acmes that motley's house
by the corner of street forty seven,
has a hold me height in heaven's high bower,
hung aloft the ghastly night I still behold
such stepping stones of darkened earth's infernal grove.

(C) Naveed Khalid

Copy Rights (C) 2016.
All Rights Reserved.

Date Created: Monday, November 28,2016.5: 34 PM