Hypnagogic Hints
Even as My Empty Hand Reaches
my head heavy
on my pillow
consciousness in a slide
from wakefulness
to sleep
i notice my mind
composing lines
of poetry
lush phrases
intricate cadences
meaning-dense metaphors
that—
in the dark
of night
in the presence
of gravity’s pull on my body
in the absence
of paper and pencil at hand—
evaporate
into a breathing
micro-mist
create a biome
for deep deep
dreams
i wonder
will the dreams
reach a dewpoint
in the light
of some bright
morning
and recondense
into poems?
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Notes about poem and art:
• If today’s poem had a hypnagogic origin, I have no recollection!
• All the Honey is the second of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s poetry collections I’ve purchased. I got one copy for myself and one to give. I then needed, and so painted, a bookmark for each.
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12 responses to “Hypnagogic Hints”
I think the decision to follow your desire to make poetry is so good!
oh my goodness gracious! Your poetry sings! Resonates! Reaches deep within and calls out hidden thoughts and feelings. The bookmarks! The book!!!!! I am so loving the first volume of her work, which I purchased because of reading her poetry right here! And now to read something my dear friend wrote, married with the art, frolicking with the book cover divine, I say!
Your poetry brought to mind the story of Ruth Stone running home when she felt a poem chasing her so she could get to a pen and paper before it caught her and left. Told by Elizabeth Gilbert on a Ted talk.
I love those bookmarks, so fitting for that book. Not familiar with this poet, I will look her up.
Thanks, Sheila!
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