NEW YEAR DAWNING
There comes a time
When awakening
Arrives
As years of regret mount up
On mountains of discontent
accomplishments are grasped
To salve the wound.
Unless love takes over.
Unless
humility,
Courage
and transparent rigour
are sown in every crevice.
The fertile soul is ready.
Or despair knocks
with banging insistence.
The day is full of grace
Love with beauty is embraced.
The only call joined with
Brush mark language
To farewell tribal pride.
Cruelty buried by its own hand
Waters joy
Around the morning dew.
Peter Breen 2023
“The folly of certainty” Dyptitch #2 Mixed media on paper 400x200mm Peter Breen 2023
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