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 Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Eight
On this strange morning, I wake from a dream that feels terribly real. I hold my arms, my shoulders, my legs. No scars, no trace of suffering. I am on the couch in the little apartment, hidden from the world. No towers, no pirate ships. How long was I lost in the dream? How much of it was entirely fabricated?
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Seven
On this ordinary morning, I’m heading to the neighboring cafe for a hot cup of energy. I sing along to my new favorite song that reminds me of chilly sunrises and autumn leaves. On the sidewalk, a spry, elderly man kneels beside his rucksack, rustling through it as if digging for some lost trinket. He doesn’t eye me, too absorbed in his search.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
