A Fading Dream Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
A Fading Dream
The purple gloom of midnight hides
all outward signs of the decay.
A sense of grandeur still abides.
That’s absent by the light of day.
Stray silver moonbeams softly show
to best advantage what remains
of elegance from long ago
but very tactfully refrain,
From highlighting faults and flaws,
so obvious in the bright sunlight.
The broken panes and sagging doors
are kindly hidden by the night..
The formal gardens overgrown.
They have been long deprived of care,
dividing walls just heaps of stone.
Show through the brambles here and there.
I chose to walk this way by night.
By daylight it distresses me
to see it in its present plight.
When I recall it used to be.
A boys idea of paradise
I used to wish that it was mine.
It makes me sad to realise.
Nothing can halt its slow decline.
They’ll tear it down and in its place.
They will erect monstrosities
without a single saving grace.
That they can sell profitably.
A stately home for centuries
will disappear without a trace.
But I will retain my memories.
That something that they can’t erase.
7-Apr-08
good gravy this piece is killin me! ! the last stanza is just exceptional! ! ! wow where have you been all my life? i find that a lot of people cannot make a poem felt when they rhyme as they strive to be creative and in the long run they sidetrack n loose it. moved. word
Thanks for the meter lesson. I really want to learn because I am an eger student Tell me, your line: 'When I recall it use to be' whould that have lost its meter if you wrote 'when I recall what it use to be' Hope I am not taking too much of your time but you know what happens when an student finds a great teacher.
Exceptionally excellent Ivor. I love it.10............You are indeed a great poet.800+ poems? That's amazing. Looking forward to reading some more soon.
Wonderfully done, Very caring heart. thanks for sharing Michael
A graceful and lyric remembrance. My wife has taken me to her grandmother's house in Missouri which has fallen to ruin. We stood on the porch before a broken window and Robin told me stories of where everything used to be and how everyone who lived there busied their days.
Stray silver moonbeams softly show to best advantage what remains of elegance from long ago but very tactfully refrain, Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/28/2023 11:51:33 PM # 1.0.0.1115
sir igor, perfect again! i see interesting words rhymed so well.