Glass Man

Glass Man

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

as it says...


seen through like a map
             of the underground,
             a perfect web of red and blue

we are easily observed,
             heads filled with empty plains
             and bellies of pig lust;

so let me, at least, serve you
             as a bottle of milk warming
             on a doorstep as pigeons wake

or as a bomb-site mirror,
             forgotten and brick eyed with dust,
             breezed from a newspaper in flight ;

unnoticed, I fail to reflect the truth,
             a stranger passing through a glass door,
             myself alone, a face of age.    

© 2017 Leslie Philibert

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being easily observed does not signify importance; sometimes things are appreciated when they are undercover; nice write

Posted 1 Year Ago

Poppy is so write are a hell of a writer.
i find myself reading this and thinking of some of the Beat poets...and their poems that were written as thumbnail sketches of the world they were living in....this is our world...


Posted 1 Year Ago

Goodness...Leslie, you are one hell of a writer...this has left me both emotional and deeply thoughtful, brilliant!

Posted 1 Year Ago

The pathos is palpable in yet another masterpiece Leslie. This, with its wonderfully painted metaphors simply left me feeling weary, bereft and old! Cheers!

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on May 25, 2017
Last Updated on May 25, 2017


Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..