A Sleepless Night Triolet
From Shakespeare’s Hamlet:
"To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub.”
Perchance to dream. . . Ah yes, but first to sleep!
My little clock keeps ticking on and on.
I‘m long past even trying to count sheep.
Perchance to dream. . . Ah, yes, but first to sleep!
A creeping dread now makes me want to weep.
Dawn’s coming; birds are trilling as I yawn.
Perchance to dream? Ah yes. . . But first to sleep!
My little clock keeps ticking on and on.
For Carolyn Devonshire's Sleepless - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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