Help Me, Sleep Comments

Ah... loved this... the eternal lament of poets (sleeplessness) : D Great rhyming here, and fantastic humour (Grin!) ... loved that 'cat'... L

A fine howdyadoo of sleeplessness and lost threads. I know well the feeling of down being up and up being down. Poetic threads can be difficult to knit together, but sleeplessness? Just listen to politicians for 5 minutes...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Hugz jack :)

Esther, The good news is ... that you were not hung -over any 200 foot cliffs - - - The bad news is ... that you put an imaginary cat into the dishwasher last night, and then felt so bad about it, that you threw your best dishes out into the street! The neighbors were good about it though, Particularly, the guys, when you decided to use the hose to take your shower in the front yard this morning! (Think twice the next time that you want to have a party!)

Ah Esther, that sweet sleep that 'knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast' You see Macbeth had the same problem! How delightfully you have penned the desperate horror (for me, it's the show and the things I have left undone, or the piece of music that runs round and round and round) . I'm sure we all can relate to your words, shaped so eloquently and rhythmically. A flavour of the Cat in the Hat perhaps? I did enjoy this one - you have a wild sense of fun. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

This is brilliant Esther! You have captured the intensly frustrating half-way house between sleep and wakefulness, the fatigue and the frenzied, frazzled mind that results from sleep deprivation. Love the way the humour adds to the frenzied desperation of your plea.10 from a fellow insomniac, Justine.

I love this poem, Esther... never has manic panic and humor co-existed so harmoniously! That poor, non-existant cat....

Heavens! you're manic too? Oof. I pretty well recognise this place. I'd comment on this poem if I didn't need to wash the cat - Oh, wait, he died last year in my arms- quite alarming. I hear bells! I'm not going to answer the phone. Thank goodness, my medications give me sleep each night. Are you taking yours? Love and admiration, Will

Not in those exact words... but, I can relate to this poem. Particularly these days. I have been on a 6/12 schedule since the first of the year. dan

Yes it is so true that we must sleep the best we can.I have always thought that when someone says 'Just try and go to sleep' that this was a crazy statement, because it really doesn't work unless your body is a machine! UMMMMMMMMM! .All the best with as much rest, Love Duncan

The demons of verse have haunted us all, well written Esther.

'My mind and mouth are disconnected'. Can I borrow these words? :) They express so well what we all often feel. Nice write, nice read. Julia

This poem is so like looking in a mirror, because I don't know how many nights I have tossed and turned because of a verse that JUST WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE! Now, I keep a pad and pen by my pillow, just in case a thought should pass through my empty head. Love this one. Scarlett

Ha ha ha! ! ! Illusion of unintended humour only makes it even funnier. Delightful, entertaining writing. Warm regards, Gina.

Awesome poem. Great flow and fun. Loved the line about the cat & dishes.10! chuck

don't we all experience sleepless nights like that where you just beg yourself to finally fall asleep! you have done a great work in this, insomniac despair is shown clearly! HBH

I know exactly how you feel. This is fantastic and really sums up the frustrations of some many people (especially poets) Hugs Anna xxx

Brill, brill, brill! ! ! ! A really enjoyable read here Esther, a sleepless night is so draining, and once the brain goes into overdrive, it becomes a no-sleep area. Every remedy in the book one tries but to no avail. This poem explains it all so well. Love Ernestine XXX

The only crime would have been to not voice this, as many others I am sure can really relate to it.Love Duncan