3 Short Poems (original)
He went to bed, cradling a pen
his back to the woman
when he awoke, she was gone
in her place, lay a giant pen
Rarely, having neglected his art
the man will catch a glimpse of the artist
the cold, appraising gaze
the glint of an eye-tooth
better to turn away from the mirror
and best not to have a blade in hand.
I'm being hollowed out, I feel it
in the subtle droop of skin and will
Like the life stuffing was slowly
being spooned out
My mind, too, is being emptied
of needless concerns
(such as, who's in charge)
traveling lighter, demanding less
One day, I'll finally slip out this
loosening body bag
Simply sling it over the shoulder
of my sturdy spirit.
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Close to surrealist poetry (Magritte's paintings are not casual), poetic texts of good workmanship, in particular, the two initial ones. Greetings, @yahia-lababidi.
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Thank you, for your attention and encouragement. I'm an admirer of Surrealism, from Breton to Dali.