Sprinkling in Your Eyes
Poem by: D. Thurmond, aka, JEF
Who bought their vivid dreams from the Sandman?
The ones that come to tiptoe through your mind.
They seem to move through secret doors, without keys,
Opening wispy windows to another space and time.
A penny for your thoughts. --- Who wants to know?
A dime for the one who sowed the seeds.
A quarter will not get you what you asked for
And a dollar will not buy you what you need.
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I suspect that the Sandman is a fallacy.
In fact, I do believe that he's a she!
A man would never lull you into slumber
He'd just conk you on the head. You see?
Conking is effective and much faster,
But lulling is a mothers way to act.
So I reasoned and debated with myself,
The Sandman is a woman. That's a fact!
Now we have a problem in her name.
It should be changed, to suite her tender ways.
It's not sand; it is dust that she sprinkles
That takes us to that place in slumber's haze.
Her name should flow like water past the lips
Reminiscent of those dreamlands in the skies.
If you think of something --- call her just to see
If she answers with a sprinkling in your eyes.
D. Thurmond / JEF
06-04-2017
© Copyright 2017 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.
Comments
Woah, I like this piece I had to read it twice.
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Thanks, and thanks for commenting.
Nice one, JE. And you could be on to something here -- but we can't call her 'dustwoman' so what should we name her?
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Think of one and call her, then wait and see what happens.If you fall asleep waiting, then that was the one she liked. --- LOL
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