In the past ten years I became interested in writing prose
and poetry. I found traditional poetry somewhat arduous in reading or at least
much of its tempo distracting from its content. The poetry of the last century
has been more to my liking, free verse especially, which introduced me to
surrealism.
Surrealistic poetry attempts to express the functioning of the unconscious with imagery and juxtaposition of content. I found I could relate to it with ease, particularly in stream of consciousness. Thus, I will use this medium to share my creativity.
Surrealistic poetry attempts to express the functioning of the unconscious with imagery and juxtaposition of content. I found I could relate to it with ease, particularly in stream of consciousness. Thus, I will use this medium to share my creativity.
In my creations you will note many lines end with an
italicized word. Those italics mean the word or phrase relates to the subject
that came before and after, just like our human mind operates. One thought
leads to another and quite often without clear logical inference, but by some kind of uncanny
relationship the mind may have with it. For example, in thinking of an orange, it can conjure a thought of a ball, a curve, the sun, the moon, a related color, hair, rough skin, a person's head, a tree, a root, a leaf, another
fruit, or an occurrence related to it when it was in your presence, a lost memory of years ago, a photo... So now let's see what flows.
Augur
As he approached he stopped, looked, contemplated
and hesitantly entered the building
blocks of any country lie in integrity
takes more than vociferating ideas
that come up suddenly
last summer
always has lots of rain, plants grow, birds flit
among the memories are many things we’d rather
cool weather today of all days this is
one amongst the many to come
on now where are we going with this
has to give way or bend a little
tyke ran out into the street full of traffic
in drugs especially cigarettes, cigarettes, two for a dime will get
you
cancer a zodiac sign for the month of July
named for Julius Caesar who was very august since he was
an augur not to be confused with
auger your way through a piece of wood
nymphs are dryads
frolic in the forest
protection preserves much for future generations,
and generations of people
destroy
the earth
is all we got.
An Artist without an Easel
In the same vein of explaining surrealism, often in our
stream of thinking we
Don’t know where it is going to take us. It is either the
mind is tired of the subject and is looking for other challenging thoughts or
memories or the sound of the word conjures unrelated thoughts to the subject at
hand. It tends to take us hither and yon
Headman in Washington is a con artist without an easel,
Easel reminds of weasel, an animal that is brown in the
summer and turns white in the winter
Of anyone’s life should be a lot broader in thinking than
it was at birth
Is involuntary, just like many thoughts upchuck into a
void filling
It with more reflections
In the mirror can be frightening or assuring.
Hey! I’ve done the right thing.
What?
Anyway an artist without an easel has no standing.