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.
Ivy is Not a Climber
Ivy the plant is a climber, a parkour artist of vines. But Ivy the girl - or maybe she was a woman? - she is not a climber. She follows gravity places it’s only been imagined. She’s got vertigo, or, less clinical: a penchant for falling from great heights.
By Thea Price-Eckles5 years ago in Poets
Questions on Life and Death
‘…Suicide’ I ask myself, ‘how can there be suicide if Saint Peter himself has granted me entry?’ It’s a brain twister I’ll grant you that, but in having willingly undertaken a trip to see old Saint Pete, infers that I have harmed myself in an effort to cause death. If Saint Peter lets me through those pearly gates, is it suicide, or is it my time? Was I predestined to die at this time, in this particular way and if so, did the plan for my life and ultimate death, always lead to the pearly gates? If I am granted entry, and refused exit, does that make that which hides beyond those pearly gates heaven or hell?
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Poets
