Lost In A Muse?

I began this sonnet before the previous, in anticipation of disappearing into the dream world the varied old sonnets conjure up. Becoming glutted with imagination however, I grew weary of it in the sestet, so concluded it otherwise than I'd originally intended, on a seeming sour note. But's true, so far as I know. And for all that, who'll like it?



(sonnet # CCCCXCVIII)


I love to wander in a reverie
Half lost to this world and its drear, to go
Where rolling hills in sun-splashed thrill bestow
Their rich ethereal touch, a symphony
Of verdant shades of patterned green, the lea
Cut by a placid, burbling stream whose low,
Sweet murmur wends through forests' dim, its woe
The perfect voice t'express each heart's soft plea.
Is't odd? but's often just within the lines
Of varied writers that such charades
And darling dreams are sown. Mere words' designs,
By careful craft provide these escapades,
As man his fellows leads where heart oft pines.
Yet lies such are, which Truth anon upbraids.

27Jan12
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T A Ramesh
Wonderful reveries transporting to hills and green meadows gives a sense of escapades are unique indeed in this sonnet!

narain, jay p.
nice poem. One day I am going to write a sonnet. Thanks for your instructions. It is a big task to comprehend it. Thanks.

robyn selters
I like the way you share the reverie with such delicate beauty and just when one thinks one knows the path... it takes another...