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.
Beneath The Willow Trees And Beside The Hill
There’s a place beneath the willow trees and beside the hill where two friends go to light a fire and escape the day, if only for a minute. To forget about why and not think twice about standing by the lake and watching the sunset at noon.
By Andrew Butters4 years ago in Poets
Pipe Dream
Last night I had a very vivid dream - I dreamed of joists and beams and pipes and wires, of marble white and black and gray and cream, of leaks and dust and accidental fires, of two by fours, three quarters, triple panes, cast iron, polished chrome and satin nickel, of polishes and finishes and grains, of lovers past - yes, Morpheus is fickle - of new beginnings for the older ends, of vintage but minimalistic faucets, of once but not again forever friends, of wooden deck with cables stretched across its unfinished length of brown ipe wood, of everything that hides behind the covers, of all the plans that were misunderstood, and then again of present perfect lovers - then I woke up all sweaty from the strife, and I admitted, paraphrasing Ovid: I’m glad that I was born to live this life, when all we got to struggle with is COVID.
By Vadim Kagan4 years ago in Poets
