“Notes Of An Insomniac”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film By Scott Peters (2019)

“Notes Of An Insomniac” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Featuring Poem by Anna Peters Directed By Scott Peters.

Filmed, Edited and Directed by: Scott Peters

Notes Of An Insomniac Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Scott Peters 2019

Poem and Art Direction by: Anna Peters
Music by: Gareth Johnson
Colourist: Jax Harney

Narrated by: George Power

“After a year of battling with insomnia, I decided to make a short about it.”

Notes Of An Insomniac Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Scott Peters 2019

“Notes Of An Insomniac” by Anna Peters

Are you here tonight Sleep?
I’ve been looking for you.

Are you here tonight Sleep?
When do you appear and where?
Are you broken, disturbed, or deep?
Are you a dream, or a nightmare?

I have envied for many weeks
Those lucky ones you come to.
You bring them all of your gifts,
You rock them, foster and comfort.

I witness you in the morning light,
Peeking through the curtains at my lover’s cheekbone.
I study you at 3am, 4, 4:05
As I’m staring blank at my phone.

Now I see you as I’m commuting from
…work. As my parents doze off watching movies.
As my sister is sneaking home
When the night wears off unnoticed.

You are oceans of warmth under sheets,
Quiet breath, weekend and no alarms.
You are where someone is giving a gentle squeeze
To a spouse sleeping in their arms.

You are wanted, desired, craved for.
Longing for you is in every new mother’s eyes,
You are here early on in the morning,
As a shift nurse boards the bus.

We, as humans, give you a sacred meaning,
Diving into our rituals before bed.
Some are focusing their gaze on the ceiling,
Ruminating and spiralling in their head.

After tube, train stations and pubs are closed,
World transforms into a silent void.
Insomniacs and their suffering goes, unnoticed,
Leaving them on their own – sleepless, tired, ignored.

It’s a quiet, stretched out, ongoing battle,
Counting minutes, hours, waiting for the alarm.
Getting up, pushing through on repeat, and then shortly after
Days are starting to melt into one.

Notes Of An Insomniac Cinematic Poem Short Film Directed By Scott Peters 2019

Website: http://www.madebyscottpeters.com/

 

2 thoughts on ““Notes Of An Insomniac”: A Cinematic Poem Short Film By Scott Peters (2019)”

  1. Thank you for the feature!

    I know many of you struggle with sleep – I do too. Insomnia is a sibling of depression and anxiety, and it is more and more common in our busy achievement-focused society. That is why it was important to us to explore the topic in our latest short film ‘Notes of an Insomniac’.

    I would love for this film to reach its audience and make people struggling with mental health and insomnia feel less lonely.

    Here’s the full poem, written by myself for this short film:

    Are you here tonight Sleep?
    I’ve been looking for you.

    Are you here tonight Sleep?
    When do you appear and where?
    Are you broken, disturbed, or deep?
    Are you a dream, or a nightmare?

    I have envied for many weeks
    Those lucky ones you come to.
    You bring them all of your gifts,
    You rock them, foster and comfort.

    I witness you in the morning light,
    Peeking through the curtains at my lover’s cheekbone.
    I study you at 3am, 4, 4:05
    As I’m staring blank at my phone.

    Now I see you as I’m commuting from
    …work. As my parents doze off watching movies.
    As my sister is sneaking home
    When the night wears off unnoticed.

    You are oceans of warmth under sheets,
    Quiet breath, weekend and no alarms.
    You are where someone is giving a gentle squeeze
    To a spouse sleeping in their arms.

    You are wanted, desired, craved for.
    Longing for you is in every new mother’s eyes,
    You are here early on in the morning,
    As a shift nurse boards the bus.

    We, as humans, give you a sacred meaning,
    Diving into our rituals before bed.
    Some are focusing their gaze on the ceiling,
    Ruminating and spiralling in their head.

    After tube, train stations and pubs are closed,
    World transforms into a silent void.
    Insomniacs and their suffering goes, unnoticed,
    Leaving them on their own – sleepless, tired, ignored.

    It’s a quiet, stretched out, ongoing battle,
    Counting minutes, hours, waiting for the alarm.
    Getting up, pushing through on repeat, and then shortly after
    Days are starting to melt into one.

    Anna Peters, 2019

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