Paul Brookes Poems

White sheets hang as if forlorn, no wind to capture
or push to formbillowing sails of an armada
bringing their flagging warp and weft to life,
to undulate and ripple like storm tossed lakes.
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Aspiring to inspire the deafening silence says it all.
flat surfaces of concrete and glass.
the mediocre of which I may or may not be
scan the lines and want the idiocentric
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These bones are others,
they root deep

this flesh made of others flesh,
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Retracing, the paper it flows, words encoded wicked.
exponentially a threatening avalanche sways; a hefty pile.
already the day's shorten seen through Autumn skies.
meanderings welcome sparks of fruition which die, falling like leaves,
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Wonder
wonder is,
oh yes wonder is,
oh yes wonder is everywhere.
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such threadbare lines to write of you;
the weft and warp of life undoes.
an image lost in coloured strands,
fuzzy with time and old worn paths.
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