Insomnolence
When, in the night, the sweaty head on pillow
drips with strain and tosses with distress,
the purring cat, disturbed from rest, arises,
abandons post, jumps down, as worries billow,
break, and roll, and the rider must assess
the wave—to dive, or stand and ride?
The moon moves and blinds, compromises
dreamer’s plans to sleep and redeem the tide.
This post is for NaPoWriMo. The A to Z blog challenge takes Sundays off. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is one I ignored (for now); this is a make-up prompt, which was to write a poem in the san san form.
Pushing the Bruise 
Your poetry is introducing me to poetry forms I’ve never heard. Does NaPoWriMo provide guidance and format info, or do they assume poets know these things?
Cool pic. I know yiu are a photographer; do you take your own?
I haven’t taken these last few. I’ve gotten them from MorgueFiles, which are free and don’t require attribution. Antonia Malvino tipped me off to that source. But when I can, yes, I prefer using my own photos. I might need to do some intentional stock shooting this summer.
Ugh. YOU.