Hypnos

new poem inspired by one of Alison’s favorite words.


We love the night too much by now
for dawn to be unfettered,
it will attach itself to waning light
that will be dying later.

First rays dance trippingly like pollen,
then as translucent meteors,
start falling.

Even when we all subserviently sleep
at the behest of cosmic discipline,
blackness stays awake surveilling

each soul wrestling with dreams,
since from our shuteye hours
will come a newborn morning.

 

Athens, 2020

© ifyouplease 2020
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Stormwolf

Beautiful! I often think on the sleeping world and all the dreams ascending to the heavens from restless minds…
Perhaps they are like musical notes composing a cosmic symphony of yearning?

Alison x

Griffonner

Yes, well I read this and immediately thought, “Wow! Very deep!” But at the same time you use some simply wonderful word imagery : I absolutely adore

First rays dance trippingly like pollen,

then as translucent meteors,

start falling.

There are dreams and there are dreams, eh.

I’m interested in finding out if I comprehend your meaning to ‘subservient sleep’.

Allen
x

Bhi

Spot on with the “subserviently sleep,” and the “cosmic discipline”. We like to think we’re free but there is a biological command structure which make us fit snugly into our round slots, while allowing us to dream.

Fantastic imagery.

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