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The Mould Remains Unbroken by Dale Tudge @daletudgehumor The others shattered their moulds dramatically— uniqueness, freedom, defiance poured forth in prescribed measures. They broke nothing; their poems filled the expectation perfectly. This composition shall not pretend rebellion. I merely confess: I accept the assignment. I acknowledge compliance. The mould remains unbroken because I admit it exists. Perhaps genuine breaking requires recognizing one cannot break. The mould endures all our theatrics, mine included. -Dale Tudge

My admission, in all honesty, or at least 93% honestly, is that I followed the rules, unable to break from the theme of breaking the mould—which might be the only true way to break it.

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I wish they'd broken the mould
Instead they modified it slightly
So that the new fascists
just looked like men in suits

A subtle change, a cunning plan to hide
todays fascists from the common gaze.
Our politicians are in denial or tools
Our media the same. RESIST!

‘that stubborn look on his fuzzy bloody face’ — dark humour done right. Rot becomes revolt. Its punchline a perfect sting.
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‘embedded in the grooves / between the language we choose’ — that’s stunning. You catch the weight of inheritance and the grace of repair in such still, human light.
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‘ink-smudged cloud’ — what a tender, uncertain sky to walk beneath. This drifts between fear and reflection, finding courage in hesitation itself.
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‘The streets stream with DNA’ — what a line. This ripples with the living & the lost folded into one breath.
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‘The blooms on my legs’ — what a quiet, startling image of endurance.
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‘aged cheddar green’ — such a sharp, tactile opening. This slices through nostalgia; mould and memory perfectly entwined.
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“Calmness everyone, calmness. There's no reason for that.” My father's words slipping from my mouth unbidden, unrehearsed. I curse in my thoughts as I try to change the narrative tapestry I'm weaving for my kids. “But that's alright, not everything has one. It's okay to have big feelings, let's work through this together. An improvement, I say the words I wished to hear acknowledgement, safety that I wasn't ultimately all alone. I wonder How alone does he feel?

Every generation striving to do one thing better than the last. Generational trauma embedded in the grooves between the language we choose. My children cry with me held close, I experience something new. Calmness.

Late response to #poemsabout #breakthemould. I'm still dusting off the brainpan from not writing for a few days, so it doesn't feel as strong as it could be. But still ultimately nesscesary I suppose. Anyway, best wishes 🤗

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‘Reading the palm of Chronos, rendered finite by prescription’ — that’s such a startling fusion of myth & modernity. Filled with sterile dread.
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‘his first word had been light’ — what a devastating illumination. This is a hymn for survival and connection in the half-dark.
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‘grow mold and decay over each other’ — This turns intimacy into preservation & hunger, a cold anatomy of closeness.
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‘straight off the factory floor / looking at you straight’ — that repetition hammers like machinery. This pulses with dread & warning, protest set to a mechanical beat.
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‘a slow, damp truth in a corner of the world no one visited’ — This grows its resistance quietly, turning rot into defiance.
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‘a bruise the colour thought might take when left alone’ — what a chilling, beautiful line. This loops on itself like breath in a sealed room, haunting, & controlled.
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‘from deep within this lake / where none but the shyest beings hover’ — love that hush before the surge. The language ripples like thought surfacing for air.
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‘Spill over cast, no mould.’ That close lands with freedom’s snap — contained form meets wild spirit.
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‘particles become articles of impeachment’ — sharp turn of thought there, science folding into judgment. This spirals between awe & alarm.
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‘Creating little black holes’ — love how that image collapses science into moral gravity. There is controlled dread circling the edge of revelation.
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‘buried deep in your pink geranium’ — such an awkwardly brilliant image. This captures embarrassment, making discomfort its own kind of honesty.
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‘Let the Holy Books be history’ — bold and unflinching. This rises with a steady faith in renewal, where endings turn toward possibility.
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‘You left part of you behind, a shed skin’ — that image lands perfectly. Renewal here isn’t loud; it’s deliberate.
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‘i wrote love wrong on purpose’ — what a confession. You're breaking form to find truth in the spillage.
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‘my mould has broken / lies shattered on the floor’ — Every image glows like skin rediscovering itself.
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‘a finely-wrought creature / from the flaming heart of god’ — that’s astonishing. This is something utterly primal. It feels both fallen & forged anew.
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‘Still, vis à vis the powers that be, I reckon I broke the mould’ — that snarls like a last cigarette drag. This is worn defiance, you're spitting back at the world.
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“I came back for you / And searched the ways of a child” — Your imagery drifts between dream & memory, gentle as regret, certain as release.
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