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.
ice cream (4)
Drove two hours one time just to get a cone.” Ellie did not look up. “H e told me.” “He said the salt air made it taste better.” She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. “Even though it is the same ice cream you can get anywhere.” They lapsed into silence again. Grief, Ellie had learned, was not a thunderclap. It was a leak. Slow. Invasive. Soaking into everything when you were not looking. At first, it was casseroles and quiet phone calls and neighbors who looked at her like she might break in front of them.
By cordell johnson4 months ago in Poets
ice cream (3)
Now he just looked tired. “Two scoops?” her mom asked. “Whatever.” She ordered strawberry for Ellie and mint chocolate chip for herself—like always. The ice cream came in paper cups, melting fast, pooling before Ellie took the first bite. She didn’t thank her. Her mother didn’t expect her to. They sat on a bench that creaked like it resented the weight of people and grief. For a while, the only sound was the scrape of plastic spoons and the distant crash of waves. “You know,” her mother said eventually, “ your dad used to come here just for this place.
By cordell johnson4 months ago in Poets
