Degrees of separation
like changing winds,
dreams and reality
blown together--
creating chasms;
Mind and body--
severing with shiver,
suffering disassociation;
Reality soars
with purest logic,
caught in time's hurricane
that neither appreciates,
nor grieves;
While dreams float,
breezes cradling hope
with all the emotion--
of a sigh's pregnant,
pause...
Author notes
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I like the winds blowing together dreams and reality yet creating chasms. More separation, the mind and body disassociating. Soaring reality, as unfeeling as a hurricane. Beautiful last stanza - breezes cradle hope while dreams float. Fabulous! Thank you for your entry! Marlene
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This is a beautiful piece of poetry. I love all the metaphors you used. I really enjoyed the read!
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