Grumpy skies,
cranky flat cloud
forms my pillow;
tucked to one side.
Thunder grumbles
as letdown lightning strikes.
Pitter-patter,
pins and needles,
my sullenness pours.
Gurgling gutter,
I’m pulled under
an ill-tempered tide.
My tension to keep
in a sulky sleep.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Sarah hosts today’s Quadrille at dVerse. Incorporate the word sleep into a 44-word poem.






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