Andy Brookes Poems

Love entered quietly
Remarkable in its simplicity
Yet unmarked.
Unremarked.
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leaving without our permission, taking the umbrella of your love
on your long journey towards the setting sun ironically for you, a new dawn.

trying to dog your footprints, holding back the tide of the inevitable,
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Groups of abstracted words stitched randomly engaged to spaced marked ticks, attached by impaled crosses, lines ruledby unruly nexus, a singular plural, filling empty spaces

spontaneity travels not well, souring like wine corked and bitter
burning like hooch distilled roughlycausing brain miasma
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Curtains a word to close, to block out, to end the day, days end
curtains, heavy velvet like Gran's, with tassels and attendant curlicues, brown as dark chocolate holding the dust of a millennia.

curtains, net white, like a bridal veil which hid us from the world.
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I wonder if wondering is good or that wandering is the better option?

OK so I'm meandering that happens on my part of the spectrum.
yeah humdrum but factual as a fractal patterns altruistic with a dash of sympathy.
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