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.
The Sound Of Silence
It was so very quiet last night. You couldn't hear any cars or neighbors. It was almost peaceful, but you could feel the pressure of something about to happen. The unknown, the vibration of air and echoes of footsteps through the alley. Subtle sounds became very loud and clear as day. As if their were no wall between me and them. We were vulnerable. You could hear the humming of a car jut starting in the distance. Their was mumbling, like that of an old abandoned haunted house where you could still, just ever so slightly, almost hear their voices. The sounds of shoes hitting the pavement grew louder as if the number of shadows had now grown. And then it happened, in the midst of night with only the moon and the stars to give them light, Eight shots began to ring out in no particular pattern. What was then quiet was now very loud. The pressure gave into the weight of the barrel, eight more shots. You could hear the loose gravel beneath the soles of their shoes as they ran through the alleyway. The tires of the distant car now squealing a loud pitch of noise as they made their getaway. And once again it was quiet. As the tension begins to start building once again.
By Ruben Gonzales5 years ago in Poets
