surrealism

Nature

I'm longing for warmth
Like a fireplace,
The smokey scent of wood
and leaves fall and lay.
Truths are found under rocks, in bubbles.
Puddles of rain seep into my jean cuffs.
The feeling is
like a predetermined spontaneous act
I buy flowers.
These Roses wilt faster than an old man's eyes.
Stony eyes and coarse voice disrupt my sleep.

This was the surreal exercise poem that I ended up with in class today. (with some minor editing) I thought the constant use of Earthy words, and references to weather/ nature was interesting so I entitled it "Nature." Something simple to maximize possibility for interpretation. Also, the progression of nature words is interesting here too. It starts with fire, to dead wood and leaves, to water, rain, then flowers and roses. Kind of representative of Fall through Spring. Cool.

I especially like the line "Truths are found under rocks, in bubbles." Next, I find it interesting to compare water from puddles seeping into jean cuffs, to a spontaneous predetermined act such as, buying flowers. When in the rain, it is true that the bottoms of your jeans will get wet. It's inevitable, and apparently buying flowers, for some, is too. Also, the ending that eludes to a dream is appropriate for this type of poem.

-R. Alberico