I woke up late from a nightmare not sure my fate but know I’ll fare much better than when the Sandman slapped me silly
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
The Morning Fog
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love this posttttt!
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Thank you very much!
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The Sandman
All I can do is lay and brood,
the Sandman’s in an impish mood.
Instead of sleeping sound till light,
he teases me all through the night.
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Very nice, thank you!
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I wrote more, and posted it on my page.
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It came out great! I love how it flows!
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You started this poem sort of serious but added a twist at the end. I didn’t know the sandman was that mean!
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Thank you! The sandman is actually quite cruel in some mythology, used as a type of bogeyman.
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creepy
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I like the description of the Sandman slapping you.
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Thanks! I mean, if the sandman is responsible for helping you get to sleep and dream, wouldn’t they also be responsible for nightmares? 😉
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Love this, I totally relate!
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Thank you! It’s not often a fun way to awaken.
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No it’s not–the “wake up” is the roughest part of my day; once I get out of bed things begin to improve rapidly 🙂
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