Double Elevenie: Dog Can’t Sleep

In bedroom
Paces all around
Can’t go to sleep

In bathroom
Motionlessly waits dog
To come get inside


Sleep, I Could Not Find

Sleep, I could not find
My thoughts ran rampant
Wild pass the circuit drive
Zip, bounce around my brain
They would not slow for sleep
grabbed paper and pen did I
Jot down thoughts going in my head
they trickled out through the pen
Slowed down to temperate speed
Now sleep has finally come at last

Land of Sleepers

In land of sleepers they do not wake
Dreams trap them in like a spider’s web
Eye lids close;
A placid face in peaceful rest
Sleepers sleep in internal bliss
Day and night they sleep on
Slumber through season come and gone
Not one can wake a sleeper
No rough touch can cure
No one has found away
To wake any in the land of sleepers

Full Of Sleep

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
— Willam Butler Yeats

Life plods through the rolling hills
But, life has finally caught me still
No more can one travel abroad
Through places far and wide
Now stuck to one place all alone
With remaining treasures which I keep
I sigh and ponder why
I cannot visit distant shores as
Days get shorter; in they creep
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,

What to do and pass the time
For weary I have become
Most days and nights I stare
From windows trying to finds some fun
But, my treasures are ones I rely on
Use to bring them by the brook
Held them aloft and read right in
I found many places from within
As in the flames I saw a look
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

Books lie by my bed still
Devour in endless haste
I found the book, one I hold dear
I placed it to my heart
Opened pages wide
As I read my throughts took
Whole roots began to grow
Remembering my youth from long ago
It may me stop my outlook
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

I remember you came through
Your love for me was all you knew
Books we read by the hour
Travels to distant shores
We dreamed as such lovers
Before we took the leap
Then life throws a curve
One too short from reading
Life we had before your sleep
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

April 9th Prompt: Write a simplified glosa. Begin by placing a quatrain by another poet at the head of your poem. Now write a four-stanza poem, with each stanza containing 10 lines and the 10th line being a line of your quatrain (stanza one ends with line one, stanza two ends with line two, etc.). The final challenge is to rhyme lines six, nine and 10. Diane Seuss has one titled “’Glosa’ at Rattle.”

Rock Me To Sleep

Gentle surf rock me to sleep
Like my mother did so long ago
Let your gentle hand guide me though the night
To new destinations unknown
Over rolling foamy wake
I’ll sleep peacefully in your arms
Then, dream of dreams both big and small

Under stars I’ll drift away
Guided only by a white full moon
Glide upon your clear glassy surface
My rocking bed will be bobbing,
Bobbin up and down and up and down
As I sleep under your ever
watchful eye
Like my mother did so long ago

5 Dog Sleeping Haikus

More dog Haiku from what I think my dog might write if she could.

I sleep on my side
Paws stretch out doing yoga
Stationary pose

Eyes open staring
You think I am awake
No, I sleep alert

Sleep the day away
I will have more energy
For a romp and play

Sleep is best when sun
Peaks its warmth just before noon,
Watch for window rays

When cold, sleep with nose
Tuck through warm bushy tail and
Paws under belly