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.
A Palette for the Living
At birth, there was amorphous static; a rumble as soft as the rain. I was held by the heel and blanched in whiteness, I was laid softly in a cradle of cold light; and then came the long blindness. A blindness without contours, a blindness without darkness, violent, and stark, and white-hot against my eyes: the haloed whiteness of fragile divinity of hospital sheets and icing sugar, of magnolias and mausoleums, of the mind before knowing and light before it scatters into infinite corrugations of colour.
By Isha Maini5 years ago in Poets
The colours of dawn
in your head pink as a notebook I rose up I walked in a garden sheltered from streets, fires red cheeks and rouge on my lips I danced complex scripts, pas de deux three four our rooms bloomed in orange blossoms our leafed skins in mornings of pure yellow sun
By Sylvie Bérard5 years ago in Poets
