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.
Is it sterile enough?
The environment and room was cleaned so intensely that everything was washed out so much so that the colors left the room. All that was left was just shades of white, grayish, and black. It was sterile but dead. The room was germ free but it was also lifeless too. No vibrance. It smelled of bleach and vinegar. They said,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Traces of Dryer Sheets in a Land Far From Laundromats
She heard a whisper from within and she took the dive that she’d deprived herself for far too long. No more laundry to fold. No more nosy neighbors to scold her. No more responsibilities. She felt like Alice in Wonderland must have felt like, but much better because she had far more that she was escaping from. Her phone blew up that night because she was nowhere to be found. She had been born into another world that grabbed her with welcoming waves. It was all a clean slate and a fresh perspective. She removed a dryer sheet from the locks and keys of her hair. She said hello, with a soft smile, as she held new expectations for life!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
