For a Turkish GirlA Poem by Leslie Philibert
The End of Poetry
A few years later
I nearly saw you through the fence.
Standing at the spot where you left.
Or maybe it was the shadows of the trees in early Winter.
This is the end of poetry.
I might end up talking about the wrong things.
There are no words big enough,
so I will cleverly avoid the truth.
Finished.On the floor.Drained.Shattered.Gone.
It`s not enough.
I wanted to say a whole lot more.
But have to rely on the first frost.
© 2012 Leslie Philibert
Added on December 12, 2011
Last Updated on January 2, 2012
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