Norman F. Santos

Rookie - 497 Points (Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)

Prayer To Sandman - Poem by Norman F. Santos

Sandman, heave my head
For I have stained my hands
With blood and anguish
I found in virulent berries
I will take your gift as a punishment
As I lunge into wakefulness
Towards my penchant for people
Of lovely and nubile words
From their vestal gaiety
A wonderful profusion of fantasy;
That is, and will never be.
Beneath the thicket of periwinkles
And the cold belly of the earth
I will buoy my apprehensions
In a slumber induced by your grains
Perhaps, from the sands of time.
Puissant Sandman,
Before you jeopardize me
Let me show you how I freeze
On this incorporeal nakedness
As I till a barren soil
And condense with the milieu.
Watch me die whilst living
And live whilst dying,
So you can truly vindicate me.

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry, sleep

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Circa 2011 - Experimental poetry.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015

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