Rain Window

Rain Window

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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as it is.

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My book of poems fails to hide
the space in front of my face.

The window frames the garden.
Das Stillleben. The rain levels
the earth, no longer clotted or rude.

It is time to see the frost washed out.
Dripping glass. Old eyes. Rain.

© 2019 Leslie Philibert



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seems like a worrisome time,time to move on

Posted 1 Month Ago


almost haunting says i! a life lived long and lived well ...(like me)...:)))))))))))))))))))))))))... the heart on the sleeve ... trepid aspiration .... frost to rain .. and once again the old eyes are open and watching out that window .. i feel the spark and fire still moving the poet ... but i am the eternal optimist much to me own ignorance at times ;{ great read for me .. so much in such a compact space
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


A rain washed window is like a retouched painting; whatever it frames takes on certain gentleness, with all the colors of the garden once more bright and alive. You painted a perfect picture of rain dripping off glass.


Posted 2 Months Ago


Leslie Philibert

2 Months Ago

Dear Mrudula, my thanks for your kind words, and have a great week, my best wishes, Leslie
Mrudula Rani

2 Months Ago

Thank you Leslie. Wishing you a wonderful week.
this is one of my very favorite pieces of yours...and believe me, you never disappoint...but i just got
a reflection of me in this...old eyes, rain...but a certain frost in the heart that would like to be washed out...
and at times i feel the poems i write don't hide the emotions that may seem to bypass me before they reach the page.
significant levels to this poem...as always...
i am looking out that window.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Leslie Philibert

2 Months Ago

Dear Jacob, my thanks for your kind words. Some of my work is OK, some is sloppy with technical prob.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

we are our own worst critics, Leslie...you never disappoint...and I am an English teacher...your poe.. read more
We get into our note books /PC's to write our stories and poems > We are in another world

Alas when we return to the normal world it is still the same
The rain and winds are still there
Roll on the better weather Gardens of flowers butterfly's and birds
\
sun on my face Cool lemonade; Icecream cones

Posted 2 Months Ago


Leslie Philibert

2 Months Ago

My thanks for your fine and true words.
Here in Bavaria it is a lovely Spring morning.
There is deep loss etched into these lines. Everything else seems to be out of focus. 'It is time to see the frost washed out'. I get a sense here that it is now time for acceptance and to start moving forwards. Beautiful, emotion filled lines. Great imagery.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


I am hoping that congratulations are in order here Leslie. Have you been published?
The poem is as always with you, packed full of emotion and description with each word (even the German ones!) as you paint still life indeed with a mere few strokes. Your poetry is the impressionist equivallent of painting. Just breath-taking. Even in your moment of joy it seems your loss runs still deep and always will. It will become more blunted, less sharp over time. Every best wish.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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