Interlude

INTERLUDE woke up today and the rainbow was gone a need to dissociate and escape felt strong numerous thoughts spinning out of control movements accelerated leaving a dust hole time to slow down withdraw and retreat from faces all places swiftly pressing delete © October 2013—Kim van Breda
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January 7, 2014 at 9:12 PM
Ah reminds of a social internet site. The last two lines gave me that image, and then I re-read the other two couplets, and realized at some point by modern technology, many of us become disassociated although we're really here in comments, text, email whatever, every single day, but that dust hole of reality keeps getting bigger and bigger, more like a whirlwind, or black hole engulfing everything. Your poem may be completely unrelated, but is powerful, giving me new insight to an old problem.
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January 8, 2014 at 12:57 AM
Thank-you Wayland for all the feedback on my poems, you have taken time to read. As I am sure you know, it is always encouraging to see the comment: "Your poem has received a comment on P/Soup" :) I have not written in ages-- combination of New Year business and a rather ''dry spell" on the creative side of the brain. I am inspired by your comments to get going again.
Anglesey Avatar
November 1, 2013 at 10:38 AM
Well done. Very inspirational the second time as well.
Tacito Avatar
October 29, 2013 at 10:57 AM
Powerful last 2 lines...I've had to do that several times in my life. No regrets. Fantastic job!
Thomson Avatar
October 29, 2013 at 9:05 AM
Very nice. Thanks! This feeling slides through everyone from time to time.
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