Mr Sandman Is Calling Poem by Shaun Cronick
Mr Sandman Is Calling
Got to keep my wits about me,
Stay in this land of the living.
For a new poem not to display,
Would be a defeat so unforgiving.
It has been a very long arduous day,
Been awake for more than 18 hours.
And this third line is slowly typed,
From my now dwindling poetry powers.
It's now a sad and lost cause,
I simply cannot think straight.
But for now I keep on fighting,
I have my last verse to navigate.
Oh! It's so hypnotic how he beckons,
His so enticing sleepy head master plan.
As I capitulate to a good nights kip,
For no mortal can ever beat Mr Sandman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 8:49:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think this poem is a triumph of the will against the alluring, hyponotic powers of Mr Sandman. I certainly have my own struggles with him. Anyway, brilliant deployment of personification Shaun.Listen to the opening lines of Roy Orbison's In Dreams...'the candy- coloured clown they call the sandman'..simply marvellous. It's certainly a tip toeing, stardust sprinkling 10 from me!