Picture myself in a familiar shadow
The feelings disagree on the time
Hurting them all as if they were my widow
Insipid, a cup of lime.
Down in the waters of sleep in a haze
The lanes were all muddled up and trees-
Flaunting with all the gray colored days
And here I'm free.
So, wake me back to the sleep.
Driven by a worry and sadness alike
The nights are all repeatedly-
Convincing me again to taking a hike
And pack up and set up and flee.
I see to the opening and am hopping up to reach
The silver edge calling on me
They want me to sound generous and teach,
Like it was some charity.
So, wake me back to sleep.
On an evening with abdominal pain and a headache,
The frenzied girl left everything
She ran up on a cliff of my dashed dreams for the sake
Of a promise I made on her wings.
But I cry for the house that was taken away
Through a shady scope in sleep, I see
My cords in the new life don't have a say
So, let me be free.
Wake me back to sleep.
~ Ithmam Hami, 3rd October, 2023,
Explication
Leading from the last poem, it topically made sense for me to add this very recent one. If you look at the dates, they're born almost a year apart; yet, the feelings they invoke have never changed.
The title is borrowed or inspired from Marc Vandekeere. No, he is no celebrity for you to know. He's a certified hypnotherapist and author. In his book, The Ultimate Guide to Lucid Dreaming Manual, he coined the term "wake back to sleep" as a method of earning lucidity in dreams. I read the book 5 years ago as of now and I'm still grateful I did.
I still want to be able to sustain in my dreams, I still wanna be stuck there forever, literally!
I wrote this poem sitting in my office, experiencing frequent hypnagogia and I immediately fell in love with it.
There's a certain musical quality to the poem and it's definitely cut from The Beatles' Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
In my head, that song was playing over and over again and I couldn't help follow the tune and tailor my lines to it, in fact
Picture myself in a familiar shadow
my beginning of the poem was written directly based upon the start of the song.
The following lines are too personal to explain in-depth. It talks about everything from-
the hearts I had to break-
Hurting them all as if they were my widow
the ethereal scenes I get to see-
The lanes were all muddled up and trees-
Flaunting with all the gray colored days
the place that I had to leave-
But I cry for the house that was taken away
Through a shady scope in sleep, I see
the success I could achieve-
I see to the opening and am hopping up to reach
The silver edge calling on me
and the girl that came through for me-
On an evening with abdominal pain and a headache,
The frenzied girl left everything
She ran up on a cliff of my dashed dreams for the sake
Of a promise I made on her wings.
All of these in the most dreamy, fluid-y and easy kinda way.
In fact I'd say, this is one of the very few poems where I have been able to create a dreamy atmosphere this spontaneously.
Down in the waters of sleep in a haze
Ultimately, the point here is freedom- how dreams have taken me to the moon and back and never let me down. I am free. And this is where I wanna be forever.
YOU ARE READING
Disconnect | A Poetry Chapbook
Poetry***FULLY PUBLISHED*** Disconnect is an amateur project I've undertaken to explore an experimental genre of art- "Hyonagogic Poetry"- a certain poetry-writing style focused on reflecting upon the subconscious aspect of reality. Although, I'm attempti...
