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.
Prose of The Fool . Top Story - January 2020.
The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.
By Aliciel Alone6 years ago in Poets
Helicopters.
Lately, I’ve had the shakes. It’s a rattle that starts somewhere and becomes a haunt so deep that I begin to tremble. A slow painful feeling. A paranoia from something, a gut wrenching that lasts far longer than it should. What is happening to me? I feel like I am burning from the inside out. It starts a small warm comfort, but as the day continues it grows unexpectedly. It becomes dangerous, liable to burn me up.
By Scott Carnahan6 years ago in Poets
As If Forever
There existed in the infinity of time just one moment of one afternoon washed in dappled sunlight, of trembling leaves shaking beautiful shadows over a deep green lawn that rolled gracefully down to the cerulean water. Where the sun shone a swath of ever changing facets across the depth's movement, a young girl in an old woman's body sat on a bench, breathing the light in, and with eyes nearly closed, back out again in an imagined scattering of dandelion light seeds.
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
