Hypnos sighed.
Morpheus awoke.
Icelus stirred.
Each spoke.
I listened.
Silence reigned.
I pleaded.
I begged.
Life abated.
I slept.
Silence is regained with the pledge. In silence we have perceived the universal happenings. In dreaming and death life is truly renewed. A brilliant perceptional poem is wisely penned...10
Thank you so much, Kumarmani. And indeed I see the last few lines as either...dreams or death. Thanks again.
Upon 1st reading, I found the poem to be brilliant. And then, I did a tiny amount of research. Pure genius, M.J.! Each poem is such a great adventure!
the the in Poet's Notes.. and how does Ingrid figure in this? ? oh! not Ingrid. Ingmar! ! Ingrid was a few years older; both born in Sweden. ok, how did Ingmar figure in this? why the pleading/begging? must be some symbolism, or a reader needs to know more than i do! ! ! it's all Greek to me. bri (:
Dear Mark. More than beautiful poem i found this. Life is a myth, for us, our own lives. Awakening isn't more worthy than sleeping. Sleeping is equal restless. If PEACE OF MIND is also a myth! :)
Thank you so much, Muhammad. I think you make a profound observation- -peace of mind is myth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To describe a state of falling asleep or entering into death, you have brought in three mythological figures, Hypnos, Morpheus and Icelus. With their combined effort, you fell into a state of lifelessness! Condensed and crisp with a judicious probing into Greek mythology! Wonderful write!
So much appreciated, Valsa. Depending on how I read the poem- as death or sleep- I find myself trending between humour and horror...Thank you again.