The poet's way to catch the muse.
Only In Dreams.
Dyed-in-the-wool commitment , knitted tight
to the reigns of tidy life will forbid dreaming.
Counted as wastage by common-sense sight,
dreaming is seen behind myopic screens,
and single-track minds believe this, blindly.
Shell off this misunderstanding, take flight
and join the first misty cavalcade to find
life that, only in dreams, can be seen aright.
Intangible clouds will open to notions
on faraway planes, dress in some attire
of chimerical muse and fly deep ocean's
speedway to beyond the stars,where a fire,
built with gleads of potent ideas, vibrates
inside a luminous heart, - - - - fan it alight
and watch sparks of stardust catch flame
- - - - -- then - - - -- - -- -- wait - - - -- -
New states will translate, words will write
themselves - - - this yielding to fervour
for needing more dreaming means insight
will - - - - g r O W - - - - -and succeed.
This is like a reverie for me! I like this kind of trance that develops mysticism! Nice indulgence in Nature!
" Intangible clouds will open to notions" I love this line. I know it's just the beginning of a complex, well crafted stanza, but these words bubble and tumble across my tongue with an ease I that's good to find.
One wink from my rapid-eye's blink, says U.K. Fay is planting seeds of gleads ! *______FjR______*
fantastic fay
It is the fire that vibrates Ron, therefore the use of the singular I feel stands right - -and burning coals are known as gleads in some parts of the U.K. this may however not be known to many - - but a bit of poetic licence used here - - thanks though for the interest in the piece -- - Fay.
I'm not sure what (gleads) are but if they are plural the verb needs to be (vibrate) without the (s). I think this poems form would be better as a "Pindaric triad" 1, 2, and 3. the triad would allow for the different forms to be brought together making them far more cohesive. Just a thought. A poet friend//RH Peat
Only in dreams can we fly as you do in this stunning poem Fay. The intangible clouds opening the notions to the eventual stars and fire, sparks, flames and stardust, is amazing poetry. Then wait - wow - your last stanza such a triumph! Love it, love it!