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A Poem by Leslie Philibert

as it is

All through Saturday morning
(the wrong time to walk)
frost hardened my steps

I had no chance to call up
the forgiveness lost in endings
but rather followed any direction

like a cautious fox in steps.

The pines around trap ghosts
and gather round this curious accident

of me alone, slow on foot.

© 2020 Leslie Philibert

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Wonderful metaphor, always a pleasure to read you Leslie...this is a vivid vision of poetry, remarkable :) The cold has a way of delivering a feeling of isolation.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Yes Les, few of us can claim the ability to `see out` our traumas emotionally. We wrap up troubles pragmatically, avoid conclusions and meander, diverted by the need of others to lend support. I can only hope my reading of your allegory is somewhere near the mark.
Warmly P.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on February 9, 2020
Last Updated on February 9, 2020


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