Gates of Hypnagogia…
Original DDE™ art: “Moment In Time” by: rob kistner © 12/1/25
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at the zero hour
everything tilts quiet
I feel the world
loosen its grip
my breath steadies
my thoughts drift
I turn from the wreckage of my day
—to start over
sleep has found me—
it’s the small mercy
my bones still believe in
rob kistner © 12/1/25
Rob, wonderful poetry and artwork. They compliment each other. At the zero hour I think magic could happen as one slips into wondrous sleep.
Thank you True. I am pleased this combo sparked for you… 🙂
Rob, I hear you! Once my bones climb into that nice warm bed, and “the world loosens its grip,” there is such a feeling of peace!
Ahhhhhh… 🙂
I hear you, Brother. I used to sleep.
Back atcha Ron — was pretty wonderful wasn’t it… 😐
Very relatable for me some days, today being one of them. I was tired before I woke up today. Those are the worst days. I’m ready for bed before I begin.
Oh my do I know Melissa. Ever since my hospitalization for SEPSIS the beginning of the year, I have no stamina. I fall asleep during the day just sitting reading, but I’m an insomniac at night? Go figure!?
Great poem. My favorite part of the day is climbing into bed at the end of it to slip into dreams.
Hope those are sweet dreams Arcadia… 🙂
Sleep really is the zero hour until we start coming to and dreaming all the silly creations our mind makes.
Peace for a little while is better than none.
Well done Rob!
Thank you so much Dwight. The older I’ve become the more precious sleep has become — because it comes difficult for me as insomnia becomes more set in — but I am most thankful for what I do get… 🙂
I love how deftly you’ve recreated thought, feeling and atmosphere.
Thank you Rosemary, I truly appreciate your kind words… 🙂
Each day a fresh start…. love it.
Thank you Björn. Yes, a fresh start — and a little smarter… 😉
I love that feeling when I first lay down my head, but I wish I could stay asleep longer. I think you captured it so well in the phrase ‘everything tilts quiet’. Nicely done, Rob.
Thank you Kim — sleep has become a more previous commodity these days for so many… 😐
Lovely poem Rob!
Thank you so much Heather… 🙂
I relish the small mercies life affords me and I also love your quadrille. Cheers.
Thank you Helen, very much my friend… 🙂
Rob this is excellent.
Oh I long for sleep all the time but haven’t felt rested in years.
I hear and feel you Eric. I am always weary, on the verge of sleep, and nod out frequently reading, or watching TV — but haven’t found deep rejuvenating sleep in a number of years. It has worsened since my hospitalization with SEPSIS earlier this year. Wish you well… 🙂
The final stanza hits, Rob! Wish you well!
Thank you Merril… 🙂
“the wreckage of my day” is very dramatic. Maybe too much so. Does it feel like that, Rob?
Owing to old age and chronic illnesses, too often than I’d wish shaun… 😐