Andy Brookes Poems

Memories dissolve charcoal edged, smudges on the peripheries of frames; faces swirl some glad to recall, others, not so.

Facebook page turns memories Bully Beef returns
haunting, taunting dark demons, red.
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No inspiration the pen lies abandoned.
I feel desiccated, a husk, dry as old parchment.

Glaring at me the creamy white paper lies like a vacant lot
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The waters rise like steam, churned to a fine mist as it crashes into the Devils Throat.
here where the land slipped, sliced to cut the river now a drop, a fall,
its voice drowns all sound; rainbows play across its edge whilst birds dive into the water
to nests on thin ledges, hidden by your watery curtain.
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A pebble falls in the ocean, ripples surge outward.

cause and effect, effect and cause. unknown altering time, changing dimensions
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mood starkmorning blues
pale lemon sky blinks off nights cloak.
throughmist rises obsidion trees silhouetted stark drippingtears of dew.
weighty sky oppressive as my heavy thoughts,
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entering into conscious free fall knowing I worried too much
I drift.

Are youawake? she asks in italics
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returning from the lakes I should write of majestic hills,
fast flowing streams, mist rising with the sunrise
over Windermere and Ullswater.
cold rushing becks or mighty cascades
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We wanted an allotment, a growing in plot,
So we found a nice one, in a lovely spot.
We paid our money and got to work,
Weeding and seeding we didn't shirk.
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When all the stars have gone out, one by one,
with not one left to gaze upon
so to, the moon, her shimmering glow has lost
faintly seen naught but shaded ghost
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wheat fields edged with bitter grass.
butterflies bounce, hover flies skip
amongst the ladies slipper and purple vetch.
poppies dance, one day only, no review.
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