L Milton Hankins Poet Rondeau

Like Drifting Floes

Recurring dreams, tide comes and goes
Borne on the waves of ocean's flows,
Never ending streams abounding
Against sands crash forth resounding
The moon rocks the sea to and fro.

From whence they arrive no one knows
In deepest sleep like drifting floes
Come to enchant, oft confounding,
Recurring dreams.

Mystical tales vast ocean grows
Sleep harbors stories, deep echoes
Sometimes credibly astounding,
Like many visions compounding
While in my sleep I do propose
Recurring dreams.  

written April 14, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger April 17, 2022 at 9:31 PM I feel this gently rocking like a boat. L Milton Hankins April 18, 2022 at 8:07 AM I found this form really difficult to work with, so I tried two or three of them. I hoped they would work.