A Poem by Leslie Philibert

for Carl Sharpe

Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,
Not a moon cold enough
To be called heartless
Or breathclouds of old steam
More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice;
The taste of wax on your lips;
A frame of hair round a
Hatted face, our steps as slow
As if we must tread water,
You are ice and rain and
The first crystals and even
More than this, beside me.

© 2014 Leslie Philibert

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Descriptive write stark imagery evoking so much emotion.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Had to reread this one as the leaves here are just starting to turn color. Can't wait until all is in full color. But, then snow up to the knees. Valentine

Posted 4 Years Ago

you brought it to life as you painted a vivid color of autumn

Posted 4 Years Ago

This season of our life, like the autumnal season itself, is really beautiful. We are able to remember with fondness, live with gratitude, and look forward to the promises. A bit of self-reflection lends beauty to an otherwise harsh and cruel winter. This is lovely.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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An absolutely lovable and excellently written piece of poetry about at my favorite season. I love your choice of words and the scheme, it reads perfect.

Posted 5 Years Ago

'More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice'

From the images ... a flow - in feeling and in nature - captured at perhaps at a point of transition...
or frozen in time....but 'even more than this'

Beautifully written.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Oh wow. The words are carefully chosen, there's no waste at all. I so love it's reference to autumn (my favorite season) and its effortless way of flashing images in my mind. Such a gorgeous picture.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Great poetic quality..I like the descriptiveness of the work..Desiring the cool days of Autumn in this heat of summer..Sara

Posted 6 Years Ago

wondering who Carl Sharpe is?? such a unique take on Autumn and a Church ... holding on to the faintest vestiges of .. a reason to keep the doors open ... one wishes sometimes that riding a fence would get too uncomfortable ...lets rage hot or cold .. make up your mind kind of thing .. Churches can be the ruin of many a young man (and woman) ... your closing verse makes it very personal and i am pondering ... your use of metaphors and personifications are inspiring .. and such a twist on the dark side of things ..
"Not a moon cold enough
To be called heartless"
is really impressed upon my mind ...

Posted 6 Years Ago

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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..

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A Poem by Leslie Philibert

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