Sandman (poem) by Kate Burnside on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 9, 2011

who will compose a melody for this lovely song?

Reviewed on February 13, 2011

A great piece. I had to read it twice so I could appreciate all the little moments that make up the big one. The second verse is witty and made me laugh outloud. Refreshing format for the rhyme, too. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 9, 2011

excellent poem ... meter flows perfectly ... good to read you again, Kate ...

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on February 8, 2011

Wowwwwwww ...wonderful writing sweet lady..enjoyed very much...stay safe and well...Hugsss

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on February 8, 2011

You obliterate the sky and dull the clamour of the day,
lighting my escape route so that I can slip away.

These are the best lines of the poem because they actually tell what the Sandman does when he comes to call. But I keep thinking he missed my house because I only nap, I never sleep, sleep. This is very nicely written and thought out. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on February 7, 2011

I long for the sandman at evening call. These days he seems evasive. Your poem makes me feel dreamy and ready to sleep.
Captivating poetry, Kate!

Peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on February 6, 2011

Something happened the first time I tried to review this poem and my review simply vanished... It must be Sandman! Anyway, I love your opening lines, the right mood and imagery welcome the reader. Obliterating, slipping away, there is such precision in your choice of verbs here. At the end of your poem, I am left in a state of comfort and bliss, thinking that this must be the equivalent in words of a good night's sleep.

Axilea

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

thankfullness for the respit of sleep-well done!

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on February 4, 2011

I was with you till the very last line. That's when I get a elbow poke in the ribs from my wife, the sandwoman. I guess chamber laughing and snoring are not exactly the same. Patrick

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on February 4, 2011

Kate, This is truly beautiful, makes me think too of a mother tucking in her baby, an angelic peace of dreamland~ Mr sandman has that perfect touch!
Love,
Christine

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on February 4, 2011

Yes the Sandman is the perfect companion! Well penned Kate.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on February 4, 2011

VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

"You merge my unfenced, jumping sheep
into woolly balls of numbers; relieve my acts
of clumsy when a state of faint encumbers".

I liked this so much...the above stanza drew me towards slumber as in my mids eye the sandman I did see...very well written Kate.

Blessing...Allen

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

What intimate masterful weaving here, so close to nirvana!

Kate, I've been snowed in so have not gotten to the post yet, but I can't wait! I'll listen as soon as it comes... ;+ )
Ever,
Christine

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

sleep, the most important thing written so well! ~ Morgan

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Artful in the best sense, Kate, not arty;
and please, like Gene asks, put in a good word
for me..if only i could get a good night's sleep,
can't remember the last time; this waking up business
every ten minutes has to stop...it will, it will some day.
No, your poem doesn't make me blue, your work never does
because it's just so so good.

John

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

I love the way you expressed the "Sandman's" effect from the opening lines so well crafted. Brilliant work...you must know that. You, Kate have entered my world. That world of dreams where anything and everything happens.
Amor

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Bless his heart, old Sandman has been doing his thing for as long as I can remember. Charming!
Connie

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

love how this gently lulls me into a peaceful space...

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Dear Kate, please put in a good word for me with the Sandman.
This poem is artfully written. Like the inner rhymes. But then,
I like everything you write. Sleep well. -gene.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

luv the opening lines,and the rest is the best as always Kate!So much said in this gem!

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

I love when my days problems are lost until awakened in the morn and it doesn't happen until I put them to sleep first.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Our outlet for the weary days of life is our dreams. We can slip through a door if the sandman passes us a key and enter a realm of love, laughter and hope. Oh yes, sometimes we also find terror and fear but for myself the sandman is usually more benevolent. Thanks for sharing such an enchanting poem Kate.
fee

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Kate, I love to sleep, if I could do so 24/7 I would try...I am what can be called an Olympic Sleeper and would get a gold medal for it in the olympics...you deserve same herein...e

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Truly a fine ode to the sandman, Kate. Very nicely expressed. Coincidentally, I wrote about a "sandman" in a short story posted here at AD. Your tribute would not fit his character I'm afraid. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on February 3, 2011

Very nicely done, Kate.