A Dream

[hearty00]

A Dream



I could have seen this dream before repenting, or
I am reciting one after Repenting; in any case
My Twilight pictured an unfathomable deepness,
Carry seed potential imaginings of what can I aim,
A Wisdom guiding a forgeable access.
I attempted to reason this condition in my conscious;
But I strived to draw forth the nature of that dim.
Whereby, I fix this question, where forth a tour can lead?


A Sheer view could cycle an appetite intact.
Still only clusters are in touch every now and then.
Sometimes I fail to know that bordering line.
If rarely perceived be a counterfeit one.
Thereby I ask where really insight can overcome time.


I feel I should get back to my twilight again.
To recess just a vigor and fertile, far more,
To re-enact a point in time, and unfold an interior.
Where I am moseying some and meandering within a role,
A clear picture can be seeing.
What it is wakeful does not like some quieting down,
Hushing after a storming roar.
Though the bittersweet, I can rely on my dream, this saver.
I can not even wonder this occasion.

I can see
A tow rope between two goes, and I in the core,
Torn between two worlds.
A sinning past and a buoyant outlook.
Times of yore, though the failing,
They got their judicious nook.
It is wisdom we ask back a dream to recuperate a longing
For an atone opening door for repenting.

hearty00

[hbailla]

i love your poem coz me too i have a dream

[ola4]

hi hearty how r u
thx for the poem
but again u have some mistakes

I could have seen this dream before repenting, or
I am reciting one after Repenting; in any case
My Twilight pictured an unfathomable deepness,
Carry seed potential imaginings of what I can aim at,
A Wisdom guiding a forgeable access.
I attempted to reason this condition in my consciousness;
But I strived to draw forth the nature of that dimness.
Whereby, I fix this question, where forth a tour can lead?


A Sheer view could cycle an appetite intact.
Still only clusters are in touch every now and then.
Sometimes I fail to know that bordering line.
If rarely perceived be a counterfeit one.
Thereby I ask where really insight can overcome time.


I feel I should get back to my twilight again.
To recess just a vigor and fertile (these are adjectives they need noun to describe), far more,
To re-enact a point in time, and unfold an interior.
Where I am moseying some and meandering within a role,
A clear picture can be seen.
What it is wakeful does not like some quieting down,
Hushing after a storming roar.
Though the bittersweet, I can rely on my dream, this saver.
I can not even wonder this occasion.

I can see
A tow rope between two goes (go cant be used as a noun), and I am in the core,
Torn between two worlds.
A sinning past and a buoyant outlook.
Times of yore, though the failing,
They got their judicious nook.
It is wisdom we ask back a dream to recuperate a longing
For an atone opening door for repenting.


glad to read ur posts hearty

[hearty00]

thanks for these pick ups ; but you in your attemps to corrects posts you should mind whether it is a prose or a lyric because there is a huge difference between the two.
in poetry the writer almost always deviate from the syntactic norms of the language in order to create his own style . so the outcome of what he writes is intented grammatical errors done deliberatly for the sake of style. here are few articles about stylistics might help to understand what i want to pinpoint
Stylistics of poetry (http://www.archive.org/details/StylisticsOfPoetry)

wasalam