Slim Volumes Poem by Andy Brookes

so you write your own book of life, we all do.
others may people it, like a cast of characters in a play
but only from your perspective.

like the facets of a brilliant cut diamond
interpretations winking in and out,
rage or despair, laughter or sadness.
glitter brightly or loom darkly depending on your view point.

each days blank page to write cliche dictates.

sometimes the pen stutters and we make a black mark,
hurting someone or being unkind
others its like writing with pure sunshine.

darkness, after all, is only light reversed,
the other side of the cloud ripples silver.


when we close the book
it is never us who write the last chapter.
the last word is for others.