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Paint life as a surrealist expression



The Surrealist brushes a green day

A pink sun hangs in a star-studded rainbow sky.

A nude autumnal tree awaits the commencement of spring.

Surviving winter by sucking the life force from a river of red

that springs forth, out, from the corner of a cobblestone road

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

An escape for your dreams


Loves expression, a hue of silent grey

The antithesis is a fierce streak of violent gold

Joy emits rays of tempestuous black

From a fluorescent yellow ball of laughter

That hangs like a Christmas bauble on a yonder tree

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

An escape for your dreams


Two lost souls make love on a volcanic ash beach

‘neath the waning moon, held in a steel mesh hammock

Casually swinging between the muscled arms of Morpheus,

They both lay awaiting the warming blanket of late winter snow

Which will protect them from the ravages of a turbulent year

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

An escape for your dreams


Life may just be a surreal expression, only Dali knows

Should we consider those institutionalised as sane?

The straight jacket of social media conformity

We wear it like the painting's ungilded frame

Should we allow others to enforce their perceptions?

With a roof for a floor

A wall for a door

Hold tight to your dreams





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