A rispetto. The ideas don't feel fully formed in this poem to me, but I'm a bit drowsy so perhaps that accounts for it...

Waking Thoughts

I toss and turn and try to sleep
as visions creep into my mind.
This play or stage is set to keep
a waking dream with twists to find.

Each turn I take canít give me peace
but only causes a caprice:
My mood as flighty as the breeze
when sleep cannot arrive with ease.

Poetry by Ducks
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Written on 2021-10-06 at 21:30

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Lady Courtaire
I like this poem, and I'm fascinated by your use of the word "caprice." I almost feel as though you could elaborate upon the scene with a few more rispetti? (I'm assuming that's the plural...)