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Villanelle

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Night Shift

Night Shift

What light there is can barely hold for some.
You see there is some small emergency.
But what will you decide when night has come?

A torch to light the way till days succumb
to all the dark that waits for you and me?
What light there is can barely hold, for some Continue reading →

Comment November 22, 2025November 22, 2025 olivertearle
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Closures

Closures

The line’s a line but drawn oblique.
Each day gives barely half the space.
The blood is work. The flesh is weak.

Mere charm in touch is all technique.
Clear eyes recoil, for nowadays
the line’s a line but drawn oblique. Continue reading →

2 Comments December 29, 2020May 9, 2024 olivertearle
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