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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