Going to Church on New Year`s Day

what I saw in the village

Slight as birds,

Not in flight

But well placed

Between hill and

Village, snow as it is;

Balanced, neutral,

Greyheads, silver-eyed

Drown in tweed;

Beyond manshape,

They ballet over ice,

Horse-footed

Terse with God,

Wordless,

Sort of half alive;

Drawn aginst the white 

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

A very descriptive poem, very emotional. I get a sense of oldness or hopelessness. Maybe its just acceptance of life. Anyway, a very creative poem making the reader think and ponder. Nothing wrong with that, its good writing.

[Valentine]

Old people walking through the snow covered village streets on their way to church. In most places on New Years Day they are still in bed with a hangover or just snoozing because they watched the New Year come in. Happy New Year, by the way. Valentine

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed a fine description of what you saw but for me there is an observation of people going through life without living it as old age squeezes the life from their breasts. Ads always the most sublime poetry Leslie. Hope 2015 is a good year for you.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks and best wishes from the Alps !

[Tina Kline]

What a fantastic description of what you saw. Your words brought the scene to life for me.
A very impressive poem indeed.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Tina, thanks for the kind words.

[Tina Kline]

You are very welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as always i want to put a frame around your writings, the pictures you paint with your words are so vivid.

the snow might be neutral but those stuck in it, are definitely half-alive and feeling wordless---
as some of us poets like Emily who wrestle with that idea of God and see things happening in the world which make us feel sort of terse with him.

love this.

jacob

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Jacob, thanks for the kind words, and best wishes