(A Diamante and Haiku) Sleepless in Iqaluit

Tate,

Do NOT kill my garden, Tate-y, or I will set a polar bear on you.
Kidding! Well, kind of.
So, summer is a lot different up here. It's really hard to sleep, because the sun never sets. Yes, it sounds poetic but really, it's just annoying. I'm sleep deprived,best friend deprived and garden deprived. I'm slowly on a path to insanity.


The Life I Used to Have
                                       Here
                               Freezing White
                        Blinding Rising Yawning
                    Bears Fish Flowers Friends
                       Smiling Living Sleeping
                                Green Warm
                                     Home

Forever Blue Sky

Where has the moon gone
Looking up I see the sun
Forever shining

Love,
Q.

PS. Maybe a titlefor your poem next time,Tate?