An international online magazine that publishes Neo-Surrealist poetry in English.
White Doves That Lay Sleeping
Striking flint on rock slate
a tinder box of words flames and glows
in the deep of an ebony night.
Disinheriting its dark
they shine their full effulgence
onto the dream I've been dreaming.
I dip the ragged edge of my soul
into the flaming words
and melt into the depth of this paper
disturbing the white doves that lay sleeping
in the crease and fold of the pages.
They fly into my eyes
and travel the rivers of my blood unfazed,
their pristine whiteness still untouched.
They remain bright, light, and white.
They are indestructible.
They are... poetry.
the sky bends down
to kiss the ocean.
my shadow flees from the light
into the land of endless night.
beside the empty chairs
inside the lonely room
inside a dim forgetful silence.
a waxing moon
shines the ocean's face.
the room and I shiver
inside the crushing loneliness.
The King Retires Attended
Ekphrastic poem written to the painting "THE KING RETIRES ATTENDED"
by Jack Rootman
The fingers of night
flex the fading light
dim to bright,
bright to dim.
A solid reflection
spills from the jaundiced jaw of the sky
rubs a surreal gleam
onto the ocean's supple back.
The sequined red death of day
on a fading golden sunset.
Above this reality lies
the calm of impending sleep
beckoning in lurid whispers
bedding down the day.
in swashbuckling sashay
saunters into twilight's embrace
on her golden blanket of dreams
perchance to dream.
The king retires...
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