Drone

Drone

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
"

death of an innocent

"

The morning thick with heat and dust,
as a small boy sits on a doorstep,

his mother making tea for his father`s guests
who talk in soft voices, he dreams

of his land as a place of peace, the hope
he carries in his young head, but

there is no birdsong, no crickets, the
village dogs lost in the day`s hard light

as if the morning is untimely, 
something wrong he will never understand.

© 2012 Leslie Philibert



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this says it all, with a soft sadness. mea culpa. dreams shattered from a distance.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Seems like a rite of passage, a happening so new the boy doesn't know how it came about or how it will effect his life. You've created a near tableau of NOW - nothing before, nothing ahead .. a moment, an atmosphere, held inside the lad's lack of understanding .. for the moment. This reader wants to know more.

Posted 10 Months Ago


Tenderly balanced!
It strikes me your writing is threaded with such empathy, stunning! xoxo

Posted 10 Months Ago


Beautiful. A bit sad also

Posted 10 Months Ago


I really liked how your description put me right there in the scene. My mouth dry from the heat and dust...the foreboding the silence....the sense of hope and dread...it makes me think of a scene before war...with the boys innoncence soon to be lost.

Posted 10 Months Ago


NIcely done in couplets and the ending is great. Thank-you Leslie for the write!!!

Posted 10 Months Ago


I want to know more! It leaves me wondering, brought into a scene and having the stage set for a story! Wonderful!

Posted 10 Months Ago


yes, unsettling but quite beautiful....To have to read that that is not there...

Posted 10 Months Ago


there is always so much more to the story that we are left to fill in . . . a painful moment but full of beauty

Posted 10 Months Ago


It doesn't seem to me the boy is dreaming of any far off land. A difficult-to- accept death has come to his usually pleasant village; bringing unwanted, ill-understood and profoundly dramatic change.
This brilliant line most tells the tale: "as if the morning is untimely."
Touching--and a bit unsettling, Leslie.


Posted 10 Months Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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