My Keys

My Keys

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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of little value ; just an observation...

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All in all ten; home and work; with five foreigners
just hanging about for no purpose. One called
Trelock for a bike I lost years ago. One with a
green plastic ring that opens my office. Then a
key ring with the legend.... Ingrid Heckner für uns
im Landtag..My friends HT and IKON, and why
is my door called Hoermann ?. A strange bunch
of fellows that I like to tap in my pocket.
A door and a key; a start and an end ; an uneasy move.

© 2013 Leslie Philibert


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A gang of words encapsulated within the people of the tale. Leslie, I enjoy your work very much, I sincerely do.
Rosa
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Posted 10 Years Ago


pure poetry...tangential straight to the heart

Posted 10 Years Ago


Yes, they are openers and closers....I like the inference of discomfiture with " an uneasy move ", Les....we all have that vague feeling of foreboding. P.

Posted 10 Years 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