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.
So here come the clouds.
They laugh and taunt as they float past in the sky. They know we need them and savor their presence. They float on by. The trees bare their twigs, stems, and branches, growing fragile. The cold air leaves a chill that burns the core. Scraping against each other, bending, and creaking against the wind.
By Rambler's Society5 years ago in Poets
