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.
the last glove (3)
“Her assistant, Samantha. She’s in the kitchen talking to one of the detectives.” “Let’s talk to her.” Ava led the way, her instincts flaring. The atmosphere in the kitchen was thick with confusion and grief, the smell of coffee mingling with the scent of something burnt.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
the last glove (1)
The city was waking up as the sun filtered through the skyscrapers, casting long shadows across the streets of Manhattan. But inside the penthouse on the fifty-fifth floor, the only light came from a flickering chandelier, illuminating a scene of chaos.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
the horizon's secret (10)
They had glimpsed a warning, a shared fear of extinction. And as they ascended into the sky, she realized that the exploration of Zephyra-7 had revealed far more than data—it had unearthed a truth about humanity’s potential for destruction and the fragile balance of existence among the stars.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
the horizon's secret (6)
As they descended, the atmosphere thickened with tension. The spire loomed larger, an enigmatic monolith that both repelled and drew them in. The shuttle touched down on a nearby platform, and they disembarked, armed with scanners and protective gear.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
the horizon's secret (4)
“Let’s get closer.” The Endeavor maneuvered cautiously, skimming the surface as the drone drew nearer to the spire. They watched as it circled the structure, revealing what appeared to be an intricate network of platforms and buildings integrated into the landscape.
By andor rosen2 years ago in Poets
