Glass Man

Glass Man

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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as it says...

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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 4 Months Ago


Poppy is so write on...you 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...

j.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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

Posted 6 Months 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 6 Months Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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