Out Like a Lamb

Sleep

At dawn
gale winds recede
but I'm long past the gone
astride a fight. High tide, mid-wave.
Withdrawn.

Midday
back at some shore
skies regurgitate grey.
I build palaces in puddles
and pray.

The night
makes promises
of mother-sails in flight
warmed under loving moons. Lying.
Contrite.


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April 2 - Sleep—write a poem about sleep (or insomnia)

A chained Cinquain:

Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables

Cinquains do not require rhyme, but I added some.