Sleepwalking: Tiptoeing into the Darkness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Rondeau poem.

Submitted: April 26, 2017

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Submitted: April 26, 2017



Somnambulists walk across wooden dock.

To edge of pier the wandering, lost flock

Will toss itself from splintery, dark life?

If so, will lifeboats catch internal strife?

And is it suicide — this short sleepwalk?


Weakened enough awake, they are — don’t mock

Their not untoward trip, you on sidewalk!

For their subconscious knows: to Afterlife

Somnambulists walk.


Into the sea, ripple in waves no shock.

The water’s wafture welcomes velvet walk,

As none rejected, and none a lowlife:

Salty zephyr in air by people rife

That hurl themselves — not woebegone — please walk.

Somnambulists, walk!

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