Day 15: Terza Rima
I’ve always wanted to write a poem in this form, and now’s my chance. It features three-line stanzas with ABA, BCB, CDC, etc. rhyme scheme ending with a final line rhyming with the first and third lines of the previous stanza. There’s no set rhythm, but I tried to keep to iambic pentameter. I decided to change the structure slightly by ending with a three-line stanza, where the middle line rhymes with the first and third lines of the first stanza.
A friend requested I write a poem about insomnia ages ago, so I’m finally fulfilling my promise to her. I tend to fall asleep the minute my head hits the pillow, unless I’m sick, so it’s not something I can much relate to. However, I’m a bit sleep-deprived today, which means I can use my exhaustion as inspiration.
I close my eyes to sleep, but still I can’t.
My limbs refuse to find a comfort zone.
Few hours more of this I’ll start to rant.
I went to bed too late; I should’ve known.
I must not check the clock! But – oops – I did.
That time cannot be right (internal moan).
I feel the weight bear down each lash-rimmed lid,
and yet no dreams will overtake my mind.
If I don’t fall asleep soon, god forbid,
I’ll never make it through the daily grind.
(You don’t suppose they’ll notice I’m asleep?)
Oh, no. Already half the night’s behind!
What moron recommended counting sheep?
And “soothing” music keeps me wide-awake.
Whoever touts these methods is a creep.
I’m too enraged to sleep for goodness sake!
It cannot be the dawn’s cursed early light,
when every atom in my body seems to ache.
The sun should not contend to be so bright!
Oh, why is time for catching up on sleep so scant?
I can’t remember when I slept all night.