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.
Halt and Catch Fire
Where do thoughts go after you’ve had them? What depository can I go to and retrieve them? Like old books in a library, stacked one next to another pressed easily somewhere I can use them. I have so many thoughts, I know I do, but when I move to put them down on paper; make them tangible; make them real. They just… stop, and I sit, staring at the empty page and it’s like my brain’s been vacant since I was born. The empty page bores into me, consuming me with the nothingness in my head, and taunts me with my amnesia. Though even if I could drag some fear-stricken thought out of the recesses of my mind and put it out to the world, center stage, the translator that moves the words from my head to the paper is in disrepair anyway; what seemed so fluid in my head comes out clunky and awkward on the page. There is no lattice for the flowers to climb, just dry seeds buried in barren ground begging for water I cannot give. The universes in my mind burn through me, scorching the places they were when I cannot take it, but give me a hearth to store the flames and they disintegrate, ashes on the breeze.
By Hudson Caponi5 years ago in Poets
