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.
My Mother
Today I miss my mother Though I doubt I wonder If she would share the pride I feel Would she wrap her standards around mine Would our colors blend Or run in parallel lines Never meeting-although always in the same plane. The class which I have abandoned As I proudly wear my tee-shirt from Target And eat on my dishes from Walmart For four years no white-collar job I guess it was blue-collar No fighting sleep behind a desk Would she state that I had a good job And when I doubted in a black streak of rage Would a calm pink hand support me Would it like a tray help transport me to my new destination Today I miss my mother, even as I wonder Would she feel the pride I feel As I wander down my path My journey
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Poets
