The Hypnopomp
A poem
She enters on yellow
ballet slippers, toes kissing
vinyl planks, breathes into my
mouth to untuck
the corner of the stories
I wrote in the night
without knowing.
.
Sealed envelopes, my eyelids,
fading ink, in kindness she
redacts only the words that spill
through the sieve of morning,
a tithe into her satin lap,
my mind to claim another day,
a mind inside this body.
.
Inside this body, clutching
fragments of what I learned
of me, sifting through bits
dropped by a rolling tide.
When she goes, I know
she’ll take something—something!—
I’ll spend the whole day missing.
.
For now
she floats me,
a transparent cloud
of gnosis. Some emotion
(is it longing?)
dissolves
at the edge of day’s forgetting.
About the Creator
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Outstanding
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
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Comments (8)
Its very unique. Has a very vivid picture that one can actually imagine.
This is so soft and beautiful. I love the imagery. Congrats on Top Story too!
This is incredibly stunning...
Your work is alive with movement, imagery, and feeling!
This was like an ethereal dream you weren’t aware of until it’s over and you want to stay In it
Simply stunning!! Loved the way this floated and tumbled me along, making me feel that fuzzy in-between state. Gorgeous language. The word nerd in me was buzzing :)
This is stunning, Morgana! Really love the unique word choices :)
This poem lives on the mystic borderlands between consciousness and dream, like knowledge gained and then lost again in some remote dimension. Stunning, secret and beautiful! It’s always a pleasure to read your creations, Morgana!