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A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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for Daniel Philibert

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he is lost, he got lost
your room of milk glass
no longer refracts a ghost,
you are stone, part of a mountain,
eyeless on a cool green bed,
unseen and unspoken, now saintly
sparrow-boned and clockwork-driven,
you raced with short pace against
the old horse of ice and morning
and the lottery of gravel and slipping;
now I have two weights of dark and light,
two wet eyes, a long look upwards,
sleep over, sleep tight, wait.

© 2019 Leslie Philibert


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at least when we have that ghost of one we loved and lost...there is that...but when the ghost disappears, the memory tries to fade...i doubt this would ever happen in this case...i have ghosts as well...and no matter how long it's been...they remain etched in my mind long after the apparition fades.
i feel this poem so much.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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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