surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Unthinkable
A night of nights. There was nothing to dispel the notion that the tension ran amok in the atmosphere. Chemistry is not a stable element, but it is quite powerful I’ve seen it myself. It orchestrates the push and pull of the vibrations within proximity, even breaking through the boundaries of distance. It is a force of gravity between vessels, it is a magnetic field that excites the social molecules in the air. It is a twinkle of the eye, it is a gentle embrace, a warm smile, a linger. All the unspeakables coming together, firing off emotional bids, feeding off of attention, affirmation, and affection.
By Timothy Gilmore5 years ago in Poets
Pomegranate
Sepra swore she had always tried to do what was real and true. This made her worthy of morning bread and not hideous. Before she had swallowed her guts and parcled her vanity as etiquette she would skitter away from the sun which accosted her from time to time to kiss the rosary beads which hung like a miscarriage around her swollen hips. Hips much too large not to be obscene she remarked. Oh so they were, those hips of hers which swung like wrist watches and pendulum clocks--the men stared every quarter of an hour to check the time-- hips of mass which purged empty space and ripped its contents out onto the heels of her feet. The earth rippled and sang and moaned and cried and then died with one footstep of that Sepra.
By Keliyah Dilliner5 years ago in Poets
