05-17-2016, 11:19 PM
This seems to be the progression of events. Todd wrote "Too Restless to Sleep." In response bedeep wrote "Unsleep." In response to both, milo wrote "Somnambula." I think as a unit they all work together in a very pretty way. 
Too Restless to Sleep
By Todd
Outside the hum and buzz
close crowded clicking
of katydids
Under the dry
light of the forest
flowers are motionless
unmoving
like stationary pinwheels
The wild trees
bare of leaves
seem like insomniacs
It is near dawn
I stand in the dirt
shifting from foot to foot
knowing the end
will be nothing like this
Unsleep
By bedeep
(This is in response to Todd's Too Restless to Sleep. His is better, but it was fun to write this.)
The wild of trees
leaf-bare, insomniacal
in chill wind.
Wind gathers around me
in the not-dark not-light
other state,
peaceless and unquiet.
Shh, I tell everything
that voices itself.
Still rustles and chirrs
sound and repeat in rhythmless
chorus,
no silence
to be found. Not here,
and not afterward.
~~~
V. 2
The wild of trees
bare of leaf, insomniacal
in chill wind.
Wind gathers around me
in the undark unlight
other state,
peaceless and unquiet.
Shh, I tell everything
that voices itself.
Still rustles and chirrs
sound and repeat, rhythmless.
No silence
to be found. Not here,
not afterward.
Somnambula
By Milo
In response to Unsleep and too restless to sleep by Todd and be deep irrespectively
In the drowse of the summer twilight
cicadas backdrone the meadow
teasing slumber from the earthborne.
But the forest edge is a membrane
that separates the moonlight.
Trees stand sentinel
in eternal sleeplessness
guarding against the quiet
listening for the unsound
waiting for the sand.

Too Restless to Sleep
By Todd
Outside the hum and buzz
close crowded clicking
of katydids
Under the dry
light of the forest
flowers are motionless
unmoving
like stationary pinwheels
The wild trees
bare of leaves
seem like insomniacs
It is near dawn
I stand in the dirt
shifting from foot to foot
knowing the end
will be nothing like this
Unsleep
By bedeep
(This is in response to Todd's Too Restless to Sleep. His is better, but it was fun to write this.)
The wild of trees
leaf-bare, insomniacal
in chill wind.
Wind gathers around me
in the not-dark not-light
other state,
peaceless and unquiet.
Shh, I tell everything
that voices itself.
Still rustles and chirrs
sound and repeat in rhythmless
chorus,
no silence
to be found. Not here,
and not afterward.
~~~
V. 2
The wild of trees
bare of leaf, insomniacal
in chill wind.
Wind gathers around me
in the undark unlight
other state,
peaceless and unquiet.
Shh, I tell everything
that voices itself.
Still rustles and chirrs
sound and repeat, rhythmless.
No silence
to be found. Not here,
not afterward.
Somnambula
By Milo
In response to Unsleep and too restless to sleep by Todd and be deep irrespectively
In the drowse of the summer twilight
cicadas backdrone the meadow
teasing slumber from the earthborne.
But the forest edge is a membrane
that separates the moonlight.
Trees stand sentinel
in eternal sleeplessness
guarding against the quiet
listening for the unsound
waiting for the sand.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
