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.
It's Cold Outside
It’s cold outside. That is fine, I don’t mind. If anything, there’s almost something comforting about the reliability of this place that it should always, consistently, be cold outside. It’s cold inside too, except by the little fire. I could make a bigger fire but I don’t want to risk losing control of it and I’m not very good at controlling fire. I used to have a friend who was. But me, I panic, and fire feeds on panic; I start breathing faster and the fire eats my breath and grows even more; I try to harness it and it consumes the reins and laughs. Fire and I never had a particularly friendly relationship. But we have to tolerate each other now.
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Poets
