07-05-2014, 03:31 PM
(07-05-2014, 02:42 PM)Anonymous Wrote: Well....this is the first poem I'm proud of. I have absolutely no knowledge in meter, the concept eludes me for the moment. I did what some label as 'syllabic meter' in efforts of taking my first steps. My dream is to write a sonnet *thinks happily to self.* Go ahead and crucify me guys! It'll help in the long run!Interestingly personal interpretation of the lucid dream problem....and it is a problem. Dreams rarely lead to great insights and are often better stated factually, if you get my meaning. Conceptually, you challenge yourself in an arena littered with dead poets
I dreamt of dreaming
I almost swear I dreamt of dreaming --
I saw myself through visions beaming,
And yes, it was the strangest feeling.
It may have been a sporadic doze,
In which outside clamor, interposed, no comma after clamor. Possibly semi colon at line end as you "but" your way into the next line implying conditionality
But into a deeper sleep, I dove.
In this dream I overhead a song,
With melodies, from worlds' beyond,
From a siren who laid near a pond.
My first instinct was to stop and stare,
And listen in, on the song she shared,
Until she flashed an ominous glare.
To this, I stumbled backwards in fright;
I struggled to flea, with all my might,
Until a refrain ended my plight.
By the end of her song, my limbs froze.
Her heavenly hymn sent me to doze,
And into a deeper sleep, I dove.
I saw myself lying in my bed.
A golden goddess perched by my head,
Who then announced, "You're 'ever in debt."
After this encounter, I awoke.
I thought to myself: A dream, I hope?
But on the wall I spotted a note
Which shared the words that goddess spoke.
Frankly, and because of the foregone, you stuck a conclusion on to the end which evades logic.Could I suggest.
But on the wall I spotted a tome,
"Note. Get a cabbage on the way home."
Best,
tectak

