Creative Traditional:

[JolieH]

Dali's Return

The sea rose and roared like
a mouth to a cave opening eastward.
A wall of snow white lions emerge,
claws and teeth bearing, bent and curled,
coming back time and again.
~
Waters subdue. Bubbles of saliva burp,
spill backward
underneath the next coming rage,
breaking in silver beads,
racing to meet the thickening fog, and
~
dark figures that emerge
thrusting shovels into the sand,
to reveal a giant cracked egg,
chunks of shell giving way
to Dali’s return.
~
The figures circle and bow,
throw their heads back, and
screech like nesting chicks.
Clouds like giants fists roll in
squeezing drops of breast milk
onto their waiting tongues.

[Mysty]

WOW Jolie ...... this could be the beginning to a fantastic fantasy story ..... this is truly awesome. Love it.

Mysty

[JolieH]

Thanks Mysty,
This is the first surreal poem I've tried. It was kind of fun to dream up.