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It\u2019s never this dreary in a dream \u2013 This is the very stuff of novels Weather like this would make even A day like this is as promising as <\/p>\n <\/p>\n J. K. Durick<\/strong> is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Up the River, Decades Review, Third Wednesday, <\/em>and Common Ground Review.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" October Morning It\u2019s never this dreary in a dream \u2013 raining cold and leaves down, a slow moving mood finally coming to life, its weight pulling us, staggering us under its heaviness, trudging to work, the walls closing around us, building up inside us. This is the very stuff of novels ponderous heavy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5594","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5594"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5595,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5594\/revisions\/5595"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOctober Morning<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nraining cold and leaves down,
\na slow moving mood finally
\ncoming to life, its weight pulling
\nus, staggering us under its heaviness,
\ntrudging to work, the walls closing
\naround us, building up inside us.<\/p>\n
\nponderous heavy Russian novels.
\nThe ones you read years ago and
\nremember only as dim lit rooms
\nand open spaces clouded and
\ncrowded with a history you barely
\nunderstand or care to know.<\/p>\n
\nphilosophers blush and poets recall
\ntheir troubled youths. Skies this low
\nshrink mountains and egos, laundry
\nand lunatics. Time as gray as today
\ncuts conversations in half, one voice
\nanswering, then questioning itself.<\/p>\n
\na late night phone call, as hopeless
\na drunk\u2019s promise. A day like this,
\nwhen we think of it, summarizes too
\nmuch of our lives, lives we\u2019ve spent
\nso unwisely, lives we\u2019ve spent so,
\nso that this bleak October morning
\nseems something like home.<\/p>\n