A Poem by Leslie Philibert

Buried my son a few weeks ago, after he had been missing in the Alps for over three years.Here an attempt to write a few lines again

stressed blackwood
the skinned wings
of open bark
black lines of trees
crowd my steps
away the tired fields
the dark crunch of gravel
could be steps behind
far away the lights of streets
cut the sky in half

© 2021 Leslie Philibert

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Firstly, I am so sorry for your loss Leslie...the poem of course, heartbreaking and powerfully delivered, absolutely wrenching...thoughts are with you.

Posted 1 Month Ago

oh my .. Leslie .. i don't know what to say :( even without your comment "Steps" moves forward through pain .. "skinned wings" "open bark" "cut the sky in half" .. so emotive and crushing .. i am so sorry for your loss and grateful your son has now been found .. i can't imagine what that journey has been ...

Posted 2 Months Ago

feeling half the world is gone when losing a child...and it is such grief to go through what you have, Leslie, since you have in a sense lost him twice...goodbyes to loved ones are arrows through the heart.
This poem is beautiful...Your writing is always so strong.
Emily is right...reading you is always a gift.
so sorry for your loss, dear poet.

Posted 2 Months Ago

The pain of grief hangs heavily over this one. The symbols of death are apparent in all of the dark Images. The only light is from streets far away, and they cut the sky in half, symbolizing both a life cut short and the loss felt by those who were close. My condolences at this grim time in your life.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Sir, your words are always a gift. So very sorry for your grief and loss.

Posted 2 Months Ago

WOW! This whole posting blows my mind. I read lots of mountaineering books, so of course, I wonder if this is how your son was lost in the Alps. For all my reading, I'm always stuck on how it would be to wonder for years what happened to a loved one & your poem expresses this with all the intensity & brokenness & pain we imagine such an event might bring on. I'm so sorry this happened & yet your poem is the poster child for turning sorrow into fine art (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago

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Added on April 4, 2021
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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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