Cinema

Cinema

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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what it is

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We stare holes
in the dark air,
we are all together but far apart

holding hands like 
cut-out
from Matisse;

a wrapped box
of unsteady futures,
a breath baked like a cake.

Then the surprise
when the light returns;
we have lost the tenancy of heaven.

© 2014 Leslie Philibert


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it is like suspended animation of the human element...we watch, we listen, we are still, holding our breaths for what we see next.
and then the light returns and we are back to our realities...the ones we so happily left for a span of about two hours.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Sweet lord - Leslie, you are truly an fantastic writer! Breathtaking finale! x

Posted 10 Years Ago


A great description of cinema which is called movies in the states. Excellent...:)..........

Posted 10 Years Ago


whoa, I really like the tone of this.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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A Poem by Leslie Philibert