Morendo On Sunday

Morendo On Sunday

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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as you read it..

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a basin of white chipped enamel
tips the wash over the pale streets;
lights appear in the random order

of secret intent; confused stars
in an untidy sky light the northern stone,
hours slip behind a rook`s shadow,

a rain curtain falls : we sigh with routine;
we are waiting for a small, clean death;
trapped between the sun and the moon.

© 2017 Leslie Philibert


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Strong use of words and thoughts my friend. The poem statement made me wish to know and read more. The ending was my favorites. Is there such a thing as a clean death? Thank you Leslie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


'Lights appear in random order'

So often we find it difficult to make sense of things that happen in our lives, of suffering we endure, even of good feelings of love and joy. We often feel out of sync with the way we feel things 'are supposed to be' Perhaps the reality is there is no predestined order to our lives, or at least not one that we will ever be able to comprehend.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and thinking about its meaning. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 3 Years Ago


a sigh of being held back ,a type of loneliness

Posted 3 Years Ago


A feeling of such melancholy is left as the final stanza seems to indicate the wasted days and nights of someone who has lost enthusiasm for life. The opening stanza sets such a tone in its portrayal of an old basin, a place where time has stood still in the past. As always I am in awe Leslie.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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