The Alps At Night

The Alps At Night

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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walking..

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the ribs of falling night
cold flints of Autumn,a dark curtain
                 creating two rooms

nameless stumps of broken teeth,
melted to the white rock jaw
                 heavy as the light is bad,

the path a black swan`s neck
tubular and serrated,
                 a tunnel of guarding pines

and the tree line that grabs the swallowed sun,
a tense spring under the forest floor;
                 pushing me along,

the air as quiet as a stone`s face
the half silence of a broken bell
                 leaves moving with half life

So all light has fled into the sky ;
just the small spots of dropped stars
                a road down the distant valley. 

© 2013 Leslie Philibert


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oh my goodness this is amazing. The flow & feel is good. The metaphor is outstanding..I could not even find a favorite line because I love it all.. I am glad I saw this poem. Thank you for sharing your words..
shallimarRose



Posted 11 Years Ago


A real poem with brilliant images. Hailing from the other end of the world, I never thought about this mountain....but now when I imagine a stroll through the tunnel of guarding pines, I am excited.....I loved the poem...a well written/pictured poem.....

Posted 11 Years Ago


A very well crafted poem. The images are vivid, bringing the poem to life. I felt almost as if fI were there walking along.

Posted 11 Years Ago


It's poetry like this that feeds my soul. The cadence of your words simply leave me in awe. Wonderful poetry!

My best,
Kelly

Posted 11 Years Ago


Truly well done. Forces me to dwell on the beauty and power of words. Beautiful imagery and descriptions.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very creative!!! Such a brilliant poem with grand imagery. I enjoyed this very much. A walk through nature is always a glorious experience and your words capture that!!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I was stationed in Germany for three years. I did a lot of hiking. I enjoyed the description. Good to be able to walk into nature's beauty. Few places in our world can equal the Alps. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


' the ribs of falling night .. .. '

How descriptive is that, and only one of the glorious phrases in this poem. I've read this over and over, rather like standing before a painting, able to see its various nuances. Travelling through, next to, a vast explanse of mountains give an overwhelming feeling of insignifcance somehow because the surroundings are near majestic. Wonderful , ' and the tree line that grabs the swallowed sun.. '

Posted 11 Years Ago


an awesome poem great play with words... liked it!!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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