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 Fine Art of Silence
It is something so easily shattered that even a word could break it. It sits at the end of your pen, or pencil, urging you to defy it, to challenge it. But you mustn't, you’d have to pay for the damage. An expense most people wouldn’t mind paying for, except you. The fee pulls you down by your pockets, change jingling as you shift from place to place aimlessly. Allowing you to be vulnerable to even more pocket weight.
By Kennadie Warren8 years ago in Poets
1/30/18
The dove perches his frail beak saluting the sun whose mouth drips and sweats embered sighs. He expects a message from this being of the sky, the only father he’s ever known. He vines for his father, yet the sun only casts a bitter note of spice and anger. The dove, his wings burdened with spells, wearies empty in this craving. He seeks the nothing of his father and the everything of his mother. His mother- the foggy cry, the winded wallowing. The dove trails delight, he bids goodnight.
By Celia Hausske8 years ago in Poets
