About the Poem
This is a poem about the heightened consciousness which occurs when drifting into sleep, a time when anything is possible.
Almost Asleep |
by Brendan Hunt |
Sometimes the silent hand of frost leaves bare a single shrub, a verdant atoll in an ocean of white. Sometimes, the human heart finds a home in a place never considered in the harshness of the day. Sometimes, when you stare at me with your green eyes of hatred, I am unmoved by your gaze. Sometimes, only at night; in the land between awake and asleep; comes a consciousness where all is possible. |
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3 Visitor Comments
Anucha
Very good.
Jen
Brendan, this is a great poem. I could actually visualize what you were saying, and it's amazing how you could bring the subconscious to live in a moving way. I loved this poem. God bless you.
Rosie
This has some beautiful imagery in it. I really like this poem. Kudos to you.
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