Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 25,093 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

October 29 - Poem by Andy Brookes

The days are colder
My thought unfixed
The jigsaw's unfinished
It lies waiting on the table

Dust gathers
In upswept corners.
The sink filled in disarray
With unwashed dishes.

The day dawns an inexorable
An amber jewel of pain.
This calendar day with its regularity
Recurs, its ripples disturb.

In memory the scene progresses
Before my glaciated eyes,
An endless reel.
Playing in cool perception

Though I deny my heart
That constant clock reminds.
This Anniversary wished forgot
Cannot be denied.

October is a feral month
And the wind of change strips trees
As surly as it ripped you from me
Leaving me with an unjustly shattered soul.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life


Comments about October 29 by Andy Brookes

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/5/2017 5:43:00 AM)


    Andy, the beautiful last stanza says it all.10

    Robert
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015



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