Synthesis

[71degrees]

No one sleepsThere is bad punctuation, deliberately missing punctuation, over-punctuation and lazy punctuation ( That is, from those who can but cannot be bothered). Which is this? Hmmm. I vote lazy
they are, at least, This is a very weak line. I am not sure what it imparts in terms image clarity. Is it:
"No one sleeps. They lie restless, eyes closed, not seeing the open arms of an elm tree, a mime show of shadows, spreading across rose coloured (tinted would, of course, be a cliche ) kitchen walls"
I am trying to make a point. If you write prose (nothing wrong with that) and then attempt to poetify (and if that ain't a word, it should be) it by short line-outs you risk believing that line breaks ARE punctution. They are not. Apart from this nit, I like the concept and I will admit to liking it more as I have read this through a dozed times.  
restless: eyes closed,
the open arms
of an elm tree,
a mime show
of shadows
spreading across
rose colored
kitchen walls
Who dreamsWell, quite. Who dreams about love? As you have omitted the period at the end of the last stanza and broken into this one, one could easily assume it is the dreaming kitchen walls. Look, of course, I know it isn't (it isn't, is it?) but this is the kind of sloppiness that will wear down any serious attempt to get the best out of your thinking. More and more I read stuff that is more angled towards tinkering with "form" and "style" out of all proportion to what is quintessentially the poetic moment...make me think YOUR thoughts.
about love
with an old year
sputtering,
a new year
tip-toeing in?The line breaks are just too much. Are you writing this on a strip of linguine?
Any memory is
a cedar closet:
notebooks
of unwritten
poems,
a tin of icebox
cookies baked
back in Wisconsin;
the dead limbs
of the winter birch
in the side yard
the dead limbs
of father as he lay
dying: femur, blood,
urine; nothing
working, not even
his dark sleepWhat a tragedy of catastrophic form and punctuation over wonderful conceptual imagery. It is almost criminal.
I dreamed
about the strength
of this man’s trunk;
his language,
his energy,
the way his color
changed
year-to-yearAlmost perfect punctuation. Just the missing period. Accordingly, we have:
" ...the way his colour changed year to (on?) year as he lay dying, I wonder if he ever dreamed at all. Can you see the deliberate mistake? Oh. No. Of course you can't...or you would have corrected it  
As he lay dying,
I wonder if
he ever dreamed
at all?
I never asked.

Hi 71,
This is me liking it. Though there are piquant points within the words, overall it conveys a wistful sadness that carries the reader along without complaint. I cannot say that staccato line breaks do anything to help this slow-march. I felt that I was walking over a resonating suspension bridge and had to keep breaking step. That cannot be good.
All is opinion.
Envy.
Best,
tectak

My rewrite is without your comments. Will take another look if you will.  Glad you "liked" it...