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.
Whiskey Dreams of Pixie Dancers
I once saw light flickering through leaves of a tree, a tree not like the others on the mountain, and would swear I saw a dryad dance amongst the branches, who turned into a wren and flitted away. I saw a pale nymph dancing, and she turned into a girl with short hair and whose lips taste of red wine. Rain running sideways like the river it once was, and a mountain basin turn from green, yellow, gold and silver to a world of white, blue and infinity. Through such eyes I see this world, all that I see now merely a thin shade over the layers that came before it.
By Moros Keene7 years ago in Poets
Psychic
You asked me about my dreams. My dreams are the Aether a telephone exchange for the dead,and I am the operator, the unquestioning believerat least, that’s what they expect. I speak the All-Language – twice blessedto a headache an afterlife long. Did you know that spirits’ voices are wordless?They speak in drawn out sighs, like whale song.
By Ashley Rebecca7 years ago in Poets
