Hidden Within Surreal Spaces

Surreal Melting Clock
Dali’s melting clock.

Hiding Within Surreal Spaces

I. First Surreal Space

“The fury of concrete irrationality…” Salvador Dali

To begin when I awoke in daylight.

I stood upon the floor but not the moon

I wondered if I woke up way to soon

to watch a finch in window start his flight.

I rubbed the sleep from sleepy eyes to see

the earth of garden taking larger shape

of prisoners trying to find escape.

Open haunted mouth and limbs like branched tree.

Though fear had taken over my own voice

I placed my hand upon the window pane

to feel the cold of glass and know the real.

I heard a female voice whisper “your choice”

as sunshine behind a Cross of Lorraine

and unknown breezes turned my prayer wheel.

Wooden gears rotate in my chest
Where wooden gears rotate on a rhyme…

II. Second Surreal Space

“The mind of the dreaming man is fully satisfied with whatever happens to it.”  Andre Breton

As wood and rock before me come to life

before my eyes I see each molecule.

It seems that reason and my sight must dual

my senses painting with a palette knife.

I figure to survive I must relax.

Yet, when I close my eyes this all depends,

the itching of small ants upon my lens!

Upon my will to ignore these attacks.

To sit and look as if I’m satisfied.

Yet, know there is a hole within my chest

where wooden gears will rotate on a rhyme

in memory of notions who have died

and inanimate objects now possessed.

To frame within a surreal paradigm.

Moonwater mirror
Where moon water reflects her face….

III. Third Surreal Space

“To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who from the labyrinth beyond time and space seeks his way out to a clearing.”  Marcel Duchamp

Her hair once laid upon this pillow earth.

I stare upon this space with empty heart,

to know my life is but a tragic art

from where I lay back to my time of birth

where must I roam to find my lover lost

somewhere inside my mirror by my bed

where moon water reflects her face instead.

I jump right in without a thought of cost.

There find myself unable to stop dance

upon the walls of mysterious rooms

a music heard as soft Paper Mache.

When nothing seems to break me from this trance

these objects all alone hidden in tombs.

I find my voice, “Touche, Touche, Touche.”

Floating with arms outstretched...
With arms outstretched and legs behind as kick…

IV. An End?

“I admit my solitude – there is no other way.  But I feel as though I were on a wreck out to sea.”

Jean Cocteau

As a guest like Orpheus in Hades

to find Eurydice and take her home

together create songs with perfect tone

surrounded by a buzzing of some bees.

I float upon a blackened nothingness

with arms outstretched and legs behind as kick

I look behind my shoulder and feel sick

Eurydice is gone to emptiness.

As quickly as the moment of goodbye

I leave my bed to put on daily clothes

and repeat this action multiple times.

Enter the world of work to satisfy

a need to write some polyphonic prose

where wooden gears will rotate with some rhymes.

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

4 thoughts on “Hidden Within Surreal Spaces

  • August 12, 2019 at 8:37 PM

    A profoundly evocative undertaking, Jamie and so well rendered in poetic words. Each space a field of imagination and devised reality, coloured by words and appreciation of creative thoughts. Really enjoyed it, my friend. Cheers!

  • August 15, 2019 at 9:34 AM

    Magnificent piece Jamie! I was enthralled with every phrase you so skillfully created. I agree with Tony in that it is evocative and profound – brilliant!


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