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.
Diamond in Regression
She brushes her hair off of her face, it's not there, but she brushes it anyway. Repeatedly. Along with the tears, a constant stream of despair that she will not (she argues cannot) control; she was not always this way. A formidable matriarch, a diamond fist — much more than iron, stronger than gold, an incandescent wonder no man could withold. She was not of this world, but something greater; now something higher (or lower, you could argue but fear to go in that direction) has taken grasp and will not let go. She is not part of this world.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
Sorrowful Howls
In the early morning of my childhood, I can vaguely remember what my eyes saw. But the feelings, the sounds I know well. Crickets singing nature's lullaby. Light rain showers outside the den. Growling rustle of playfulness. My mother's cold, wet nose nuzzling my muzzle. The warmth of her underbelly drawing me in. Suckling the nipple for sweet, sweet milk. Father has returned from the hunt! Shaking away the water droplets. Raw meat...and blood intoxicate the air. My mouth waters; wanting a taste. But I am far too young so I continue to suckle the milk. Ears twitching, brother and sister devours father's kill. Disappointed, I whimper and cry. Mother nuzzles me in tight. Even father lays next. Giving my muzzle a good licking. Yawning, stretching I drift off to sleep... Faintly hearing sorrowful howls.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Poets
