A Funeral in Winter

A Funeral in Winter

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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for MG

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Early darkness ; as oil we drip on tarmac.
A gathering in black, fallen from the sky. 
With lemon faces we shadow the next.

Tears empty and clear ; cutting out the jabber
still alive, drifting over cobbles. Arms alongside
too distant and too close ; much too close.

The crows have sent us back into rain;
a brass abide breaks the ring, a space
we stare into ; is that all ?

© 2013 Leslie Philibert


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A very solemn poem. I really enjoy the last three words..."is that all?" leaves one thinking.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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