Perhaps A Dream-Sonnet Poem by Joseph Anderson
Perhaps A Dream-Sonnet
The day has spent, to bed I go,
All vigor gone, all movement slow;
Life's daily grind must rule the day,
'Tis night when mind comes out to play.
My dreams shall be of yesteryears,
Of hopes and loves, of trials and tears;
Fond memories garnered through the days,
A brief delay from 'morrows haze.
In nightly visions I shall see
The things held dear, in memory;
Then dawn arrives, another day,
Oh! Dawn begone, I wish to stay.
And even in the darkest night
I find much comfort, much respite.
1998
The frabic of which dreams are made. Transitory, yet of the greatest value. Great poem, Joe.
Good and almost a sonnet. Most lines are only 4 feet or 8 syllables. Read my sonnet - Sonnet Beyond Love - Adeline
The musings of a contented soul! ! Beauty reflected in life and verse! !
This beautifully written. Very nice rhyming. Content also superb. Our dreams are one of our very much cherished possesions.
A wonderful poem, Even in the darkest night I find much comfort, great thought in this write,
Warm and endearing. Sweetly nostalgic and refined—every verse. Your poem gives us much to hold on to. Clear imagery. Melodious flow. Beautiful Joseph
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful Joseph, beautifully written, metered and rhymed. As we get older, we all tend to look back and wistfully recall the joys, and tears, of youth. Poignant too. Excellent.