She Went Out Into Her Sleep

She went out in her sleep.
Eye lids closed forever.
Her head tilted in peaceful way.
Bandana of turkeys hung around her neck.
Her purple hardness a top her,
With purple leash attach
Like she wanted to go for a walk
Now instead she walks onto other side
To explore what the other world would hold.
Her purple snow coat on to keep her fur cozy and dry.
Her favorite blanket snugged partially on her.
I hope she somehow has one there too.
Stuff animals around her; her favorites she liked to play.
Now I hope she will have million of toys to play with on other side.
I held her as she grew cold in my hands;
Cried into her fur I would never see again;
And hope one day I will see her bound into my arms once more.

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.”