Sunday

Sunday

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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the poem I wanted to write failed, so I simply looked out of the window

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the distanced grunting
of schedular lovers
the smell of toast at doors

an early child
screams at the rain
church bells demand

that crows attend the boxing
while streets are as empty
as a doll`s eye

a week later

© 2020 Leslie Philibert


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And life, the "nows" fade into the cycles of what will be, and on and on...infinitely, wonderful writing, as always...

Posted 7 Months Ago


If we really love, the sum of that love will come when it may...the streets may be empty as a doll's eye, but those who really love....are removing the distance...and the child cries to be held.
Whoa, this is such a good write...
minimalist---and powerful.
j.

Posted 1 Year 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