The Dream Called Life Comments

Beautiful poem... dreadful reading. She makes it sound like a grocery list.

what is the speaker objective

Beautiful poem having intensive depiction and nice diction.

That there be nothing after to upbraid Dreamer or doer in the part he played; Whether tomorrow's dawn shall break the spell, A strong Moral. Joshua.

In the dark tower! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

I burst the glittering bubble, excellently written using some wonderful imageries and similes

How dreamwise human glories come and go; Whose momentary tenure not to break, Walking as one who knows he soon may wake, So fairly carry the full cup, so well Beautiful stanza, so nicely crafted. 10++++

I wonder about the translation, how well it gets the diction of the Spanish original. It does work in English, and I like this exploration of what we typically call reality and dream. I am particularly struck by the line, How dreamwise human glories come and go. -GK

Very nice. Enjoyed the sincerity in the poem. Thanks for sharing.

'But whether.......he soon may wake'......... liked the lines.

Dream wise human glories come and go. Nice inference. Thanks for sharing it here.

a very interesting poem of life's dream?

Dawn shall break.... thanks for sharing....

Which i found myself! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Exceptionally written, enjoyed it. Well done.

Was I dreaming then or dreaming now? What is reality? What is not? thought provoking, the meter is perfect, He repeats words but is never cliche' or tedious. beautiful!

...............a great poem....enjoyed... ~ When dreaming, with the night, shall pass away. ~

Wonderful poem! Reading this is like revisiting my past dreams, and my present clarity of being 'awake'.

Lovely piece of poetry written here!

I read it three years ago and still think it's beautifully written, but reading it this time awakes in me different feelings... After few years of dreaming you reach a certain level of consciousness which allows you to see things clearly, the way they actualy are, the shape they are likely to form into, the consequences of every move either forced by third party interference, planned or played by ear… Dreams get born in our minds and hearts; some of us manage to lift the hard and heavy reality rock and move it to a desired point no matter how distant it seems, some let it slip out their hands for various reasons… Loosing a dream can be compared to awakening, or being reasonable in judging your own chances, or simply discovering the true colours of the destination you chose - learning you’ve chased an illusion…