Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 29,245 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Monsoon - Poem by Andy Brookes

judge the words
they pour for everyone

crystal octavos
leather bound

their greediness
eats up the page

self absorbed,
such selfishness lines.

carelessly cruel crimson ink,
red for cardinal days,

like blood of martyrs,
ashes of the burnt.

green the eye,
ruled the line.

chasing urban myths,
words hide.

crowds of conversation,
flow in inky rivers.

evocations,
damp on frigid air.

words they fall,
fall as rain.

judge the words,
they pour for everyone.

Topic(s) of this poem: selfish


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015



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