I can’t

Forced open my eyes
And so now, I need sleep; but
Last night I couldn’t
Lurking in mind’s depth

Peace in the slumber no;
Existing not is its rest-
Ever wandering mind pleas, for
Lamp burns in the sky with stars
Sheets summon ocean waves

A world distorted
Sunder from conscious sanity
Lonely gale takes me
Escaping is my way left
Every death of dark to void
Plaint of the clock

‘Tis why from the
Night’s serene lullaby,
Amidst quiet, I’m kept from the
Candescent moonlight

I sleep

(read from bottom up)
Sleep? -Insomniac

Photo by Fernando Cferdo, unsplash

An Acrostic-Reverse poem.

22 thoughts on “Sleep

  1. Acrostic poems lend themselves to unique word choices and functional line breaks. Here you have incorporated the techniques beautifully. The turn in the poem is a bit more subtle than your previous works in the form, but it still conveys a reversal of the theme. It is very creative to blend these forms. I wonder if it would be possible with a double acrostic, where the reversal would come in the acrostic of the last letters of the chosen stanzas, giving an acrostic when read in reverse? Hmmm….now that is a challenge I will leave to your talents, as that may be too heady for me. Well done!

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    1. Thanks, Brad! Yes, the reversal is super subtle but what it entails when read from up to down and down to up is different. Not necessarily opposing but different. And I’ll definitely try double acrostics in reverse poem.

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  2. I love this!! Not only is it cleverly written, but it fits what I am going through at the moment. Sleep doesn’t want to be my friend right now. Lol. You have a talent for these poetry forms, Matt. 😊

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      1. Ah, I’m used to it. Insomnia has become a friend over the years. Lol. Thank you though. ☺️ And you’re very welcome!

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    1. Certain situations in life can lead things such as this to be more impactful to some than for others.
      It’s a curious thing, how to see the world in a new way, it sometimes requires a struggle.
      The beauty of this poem appreciated at a greater depth because of that struggle.
      Wonderfully pointed out! πŸ˜„

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