He had nightmares to no end

                                                                                                  Attribution: Dh1970
Image: Robbed of strength (here)

Sunday's Whirligig given words:
searching, impotent, molest, nightmares,
aubades (a song or poem of lovers parting at dawn)
calm curl, moonlight sun, dogs,  

Poets United Midweek Motif:
colors

3WW gicen words:
obituary placid resonant

Searching question he had always
wanted to ask
Reasons why he was impotent

Was he given to molest young
maidens that it had now gone placid
He had nightmares to no end
Karma had a hand in this
that you reaped what you sowed?

He could not understand it
Bade his aubades with pristine calmness
when she was still curled up in bed
in all instances
Traces of moonlight still visible
and the sun had yet to appear
Even the dogs outside remained quiet

Resonant with the tranquility
He tried to put colors into all of
his relationships to liven things up
Always her welfare uppermost

He remained confident that his
obituary later should reflect
his gentlemanly gentle soul
of a person but why made
him suffer now

'Beats me!' he lamented
in soliloquy sadness

MMT's Sunday's Whirligig #37

Thomg's 3WW week #457

Sumana's PU's Midweek Motif  -  colors