A Poem by Leslie Philibert

as you read it..


the subservience of sunflowers
posed and heavy with dried yellow
spreads over fields of faded growth;

the sun stages the horizon of
sparse trees and hedgerows;
beyond the hope of lost gold.

© 2017 Leslie Philibert

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Often understated maybe but without doubt one of those flowers almost certainly guaranteed to put a smile on the face of anyone who spots a solitary specimen or a whole field of em in passing. For a moment then, I was back in Provence trying to hitch a lift through the lavender and sunflower fields......Thank you, Neville

Posted 4 Months Ago

i love sunflowers...and here i actually see them as the strong through much of the fall...
you paint a picture of sad beauty here---perhaps there is beauty we often miss because we only see those who are flashy.
you always make me ponder...and you allow for us to grab onto your poetry as we will....

Posted 6 Months Ago

I guess sunflowers are seen as inferior in the world of flowers. This gives a picture of heavy heads and the evening creeping in as the sun moves from east to west and gradually disappears with the colours. As always an immaculately put together and presented work Leslie.

Posted 6 Months Ago

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Added on September 23, 2017
Last Updated on September 23, 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..