The Last Garden

The Last Garden

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

the last Garden

Finding a rusty nail in the half-black earth,
becoming scared for my hands
(swelled with secret rivers),
morning breath shortens, my arms
hang deadened at my sides, as
a hawk circles in the dark white sky,
watching my changing into earth and wood,
prepared to be angelic, arching over 
the final digging, at least at the moment,
for this time.

© 2012 Leslie Philibert

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This is really a wonderful writing and nice imagery you created. :-)
Somehow your style in writing reminds me of mine in a few cases...

Posted 9 Years Ago

love this

Posted 9 Years Ago

This is really nice with great imagery! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

brilliant work, in this, the speaker to me reads as if in opaque witness to the scene described. seeing to it that no trace is left behind within the perspective told. the first three lines "Finding a rusty nail in the half-black earth,
becoming scared for my hands
(swelled with secret rivers)," remind me of Langston Hughes. good work.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Your words are intense, creating a beautiful poem.
I really enjoyed reading is well written and creates amazing imagery :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

amazing to see work so worthy in the popular writing spot this morning

Posted 9 Years Ago

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. oh, this is beautiful ... i live for moments like that ... they are so precious and so memorable ... truly exquisite poetry ... amazingly narrated ...

Posted 9 Years Ago

I love the transformation of this piece. There is so much hidden to be revealed within the lines. So lyrical and mysterious.

Love it.

Posted 9 Years Ago

deep write with strong imagery, enjoyed

Posted 9 Years Ago

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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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