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Oct 30

on October 30, 2023

At daybreak
what gets broken?
Night? Dreams? I wake
at daybreak -
hear words unspoken,
clear yet opaque.
At daybreak
who gets broken?

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Nov 27

November ushers in a depleted world - sunless days, starless nights, then sepia dawn, noonday skies stained like tarnished pearl. November ushers in a depleted world - the river in spate; then after the storm the last few leaves' slow bathetic swirl. November bequeaths us a dolorous world, sunless days, starless nights, a sepia dawn.

Nov 13

Storm Debra captured, stilled, her bluster diminished in greyscale like rash promises unfulfilled. Storm Debra captured, stilled, November days beyond the pale the skeletal remains of time we killed, Storm Debra captured, stilled, her bluster diminished in greyscale.

Nov 6

Fallen leaves litter the lawn, bare branches in monotone, every dream - another false dawn shrivelled leaves litter the lawn. Pixilated in soot and stone autumn fades like faith forsworn. Fallen leaves litter the lawn, branches sway in monotone.

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Pete Turpie, 2023

Oct 30

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