AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

The above photo is one my sister, Kate, a.k.a. Evangeline on this site, took of me in our front yard. Below is a poem I wrote a few years ago; it was recently published in Belmont University's Literary Journal.

Hypnos’ Dream

Jaded slumber walks divine,
Filling those whose hearts are kind.
As all around them sorrow weeps,
Sleep, like precious stones, doth keep.

The sunset gold gives way to stars,
To Neptune’s Giant, to Red of Mars.
And in the words the Crescent spake,
“To soft, sweet dreams and slumber take.”

And in a tragic score doth quake
Words, though sad, that do not wake,
But penetrate the mind and heart,
As if some wisdom to impart.

In my mind’s eye, I saw thy face,
Once numbed with pain, now unenslaved.
Lover’s plight in sadness dream,
Life’s cruel deception hapless seen.

With heavy lips tried I to speak,
But found I could not conscious break.
And looked I there began to weep
With eyes so tired and full of sleep.

The image clear, your restless soul
Plagues my thoughts like ruins old.
And as the image smiles thus,
My hope of hopes that trust is trust.

And in that moment of despair,
Lost I your apparition there.
From sleep to sleep traverse, I sigh,
What’s love and lust? Not knoweth I.

poem copyright 2007 Jen Moncuse