Oh terror
waning moon’s release
steel darkness
consuming
old thoughts collect, mold, and chase
reality sways
powerful
it’s grip overtakes
air thickens
heart echoes
not granting the slumber craved
daybreak a’last! melts
darkness melts
along the body
worn as skin
mind may ease, but never leaves
for life’s unjust ways
I have used the shadorma form with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5 for each stanza. This was written in response to Tanka Tuesday’s prompt for Synonyms Only. This month Gwen Plano chose the words, dawn and twilight. Therefore, I used the words waning and daybreak in my poem.
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Thank you for reading. Have a great day and may your dreams be pleasant.
With a grateful heart,
Heather
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Home Study from the Grateful Heart 
Heather, the shadorma suits you! I love the melancholy tone in this piece. It adds to the imagery of not sleeping and seeking the rest you need. ❤
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Thank you Colleen!☺️
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You’re welcome. 🌸🌸🌸
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I hope this is not you lying sleepless under a steely moon. That sounds too much like what happens as we age. 🙂
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😄 No, most days I’m exhausted by the end of the day, so sleep comes easy for me. I wrote this in response to what a friend is going through.
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I’m glad you sleep well. 🙂
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