old

old

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

old is the small of lavender,
washed faces, the dust brown
of waxed furniture, bouquets
of veined hands that hide pearls
in indian boxes, alongside cameras
that fled across years, heavy-eyed ;
then there is you,the way you change,
you are half of these years, not just
the ebb, but a wave never slight.

© 2016 Leslie Philibert


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This evokes memories of a small box camera that used to sit in a chest of draws. My father must have carried it to Gibraltar, South Africa and India with him. The camera is long gone, as is my father, but small photos remain, black and white. I also have an old sewing box from another side of the family. More memories, connections. And polished furniture. The notion of polishing a large piece of brown furniture with beeswax would seem odd to most now. And here we are, living too fast to live deeply perhaps.

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Leslie Philibert

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your fine review, that in itself is a fine piece of prose, considered and excellently .. read more



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old age is often hated because it supposedly makes people look worse; i'm glad this poem avoids this cliched thinking by implying that olden items can still be cherished - by being pretty or being a symbol of stability

Posted 7 Years Ago


A very emotional poem. Very strong. I like the imagery, it fives the sense of old thought words.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is really good. Wish I had stumbled upon it long ago. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


Leslie, you grant a Poet's heart extreme happiness by reading your words...you have such a talent I am left in awe after reading you...so fragile yet resolute...beautiful :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


One life force is always blessed when joined with another. Two breaths that mingle in life leave an energy unparalleled.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Leslie Philibert

8 Years Ago

My thanks for looking at this, and your comment is exactly right ; two lives.
This is an incredible poem. The images crate the essence of what you re writing about. Very impressive.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Leslie Philibert

8 Years Ago

Dear Tina, pleased you liked this, and as ever, my best wishes and thanks.
Tina Kline

8 Years Ago

You are most welcome Leslie.
This evokes memories of a small box camera that used to sit in a chest of draws. My father must have carried it to Gibraltar, South Africa and India with him. The camera is long gone, as is my father, but small photos remain, black and white. I also have an old sewing box from another side of the family. More memories, connections. And polished furniture. The notion of polishing a large piece of brown furniture with beeswax would seem odd to most now. And here we are, living too fast to live deeply perhaps.

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Leslie Philibert

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your fine review, that in itself is a fine piece of prose, considered and excellently .. read more

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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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