nudging
me in my dreams,
rapier of your words,
penetrating deep, would not let
me sleep,
.
the sounds
of your verses,
playing a symphony
in cavern of my ears, won’t let
me sleep,
.
cadence
and treasured rhymes
make me smile at odd times,
entrancing my soul, would not let
me sleep,
.
your voice
that I could hear
in the deep crevices
welled up in my heart, would not let
me sleep,
.
thy love
you are pouring
in the fragrant garland
that enfolds your poem, won’t let
me sleep,
.
you are
an artist who
spots a new vivid world
in normal surroundings, please let
me sleep,
.
aura
of creations,
that which resides in you
breaches my every shield, won’t let
me sleep,
.
open
my weak eyelids
in search of you so as
to read you within, giving up
my sleep,
.
letter
to my kindred
who nurses a poem
like a small child who does not let
them sleep,
.
no need
of rest when we
can stay awake whole night
etching ourselves in words, letting
off sleep
.
* First of all, this is a medley of Cinquains which I have used to create an Epistolary Poem. It was quite a fun task.
** I am submitting the link for dVerse Poetics where we have been called to write a letter through a poem.
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love it
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haha…love the middle part where you say please let me sleep…and the etching the words all night…i guess even poets, like lovers, need their sleep at some point though lest it consume us and leave nothing for tomorrow…this was fun…its cool when one grabs you so that you dont want to miss a moment….
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I can definitely empathize with the sleeplessness in these cinquains. I experience THAT a lot. Not fun when sleep is evasive.
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fantastic, it reads so quickly, like you’re on a caffeine rush… it feels how this reads sleeplessness. Excellent write and use of form and prompt! 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Sometimes our best ideas hit us at night.
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Like the weaving of cinquains and the refraining last line, me sleep/ off sleep ~ I actually can’t sleep well if my words are not etched on the paper or screen ~ Good one HA ~
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nice…i esp. loved…the sounds
of your verses,
playing a symphony
in cavern of my ears….. oh i can hear them play…smiles
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So many creative avenues and worries can steal our sleep. Nice use of the cinquains in a letter form.
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I admire your use of fixed form for this challenge!
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oh yes… poets vs sleep… neverending story. awesome cinquains!
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It’s a real thing, sleep! Loss of sleep is forever a bane. Admittedly it’s not healthy but somehow we have to accept it. Great cinquains HA!
Hank
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Nice cinquains and one of my favorite forms. I know the feeling of not sleeping but, sometimes the best thoughts come at night.
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interesting form… great use of it
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…ah, the different facets in a poet’s life — i loved that…. abnormally normal… orderly chaotic… loved it… smiles…
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This is perfect for me to read first thing this morning, as it really didn’t let me sleep last night. Your cinquains are beautiful – a perfect capture.
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Oh the combination of a tribute to the poet creation and the lament of lacking sleep is so perfect. Love how you ended each stanza with an aspect of insomnia and at the end giving up to the poet…. wonderful
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You got it. I was waiting for some one to see these words as I wrote them. Perfect depiction of what I was trying to do through this creation…. I wasn’t writing myself. I was responding to the words, verses, cadence, rhymes of the poet’s creation, which were not allowing me to sleep and finally I rose up and read him.
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Very well done HA – how we all feel your pain with words that invade and sleep rare, that in the end we just go with the flow and write.
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