Hypnagogic/Hypnopompic Poetry
Perseverance, Reflection, Longing, Connection, and Time
An unbroken line tanka and a senryu
Darkest days and brightest nights all pass through our fingers like sands through an hourglass such are the best and worst times of our many lives
The hero journeys
alone in the company
of a ship of fools
I went to sleep at about 3 am last night, a few hours after reading Diana C.’s and May More’s
For way too long before I went to bed, I was fucking around and laughing my ass off at some Instagram reels, so I didn’t think my split screens would be trying out potential responses to the prompts. Yet, around 6 am I semi awoke with thoughts of the prompt in my head and various versions of the poems posted above began to emerge from hypnagogic space. I thought about grabbing my computer but I wanted to sleep more, which I did. Then I remembered my phone was on the chest next to the bed, so I grabbed it and typed the now edited tanka in…
