Stress versus Sleep

How oft we meet these two: one, bete noire; the other, a turtledove.

Stress

Shifting gears that don’t exist.

Rummaging through rowdy rubbish.

Sneering, screeching, slicing words.

The spiteful sun with tongue in cheek

Teases by quick dips behind dunes.

Ugly, fusty, unwieldy shapes

Warp the canvas of mind.

 

Sleep

 

Visiting vistas that don’t exist.

Floating, lily on unswerving waves.

Tracing curves of a willing being.

The smiling moon’s comely company

Seeps deep into the skin’s crease.

Eyes, voice, worry, vice closed

Unwrap a quiet mind.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

Another fabulous pairing. I particularly like how you began each verse with contrasting non-existence and ended your verses with contrasting wraps. You should almost have a whole book of these together by now, yes?

[Blossom]

Thanks, Roland. You and Data were the first ones to notice (and appreciate) my creation of combos. Still wondering how many I'll be able to churn out and if there's an incremental growth, to eventually coin a term for the genre.
Thanks you, thank you, for not failing to notice the method employed at the beginning and end.
By the by, after returning from another span of absence (sowee), I checked some works of my friends and was surprise to read your ballad. Shall return soon with a review. Leaving you with a ''like' for now. x