Not Summer, Not AutumnA Poem by Leslie Philiberta poem about late August..a picture has fallen off the wall, broken glass as water in a pool the late sun steals the tint from a bronzed arm, standing air tense and stretched with the threat of shattered light; petals sicken and harden and limp like crippled lovers as buried leaves crawl into roots, curled like parchment, a garden of open mouths; yellow toothed and begging, faithless ghosts uneasy over dull clay; a day granular in frozen time; the moon hidden under the earth.
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5 Reviews Added on August 17, 2013 Last Updated on August 17, 2013 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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