Fear Of Trains

as you read it..

autumn rain is akin to black tea,

the burnt yellow of old growth watered,

a train shakes the fields, an old carpet snapping,

birds shoot holes in the turbulent sky;

the world is split like an apple,

your head inside a bell,

when it is over it is not over,

the air hums with steel;

too many eyes are in the undergrowth,

evening`s calm as brittle as toffee,

shocked from coal and smoke,

a heartbreath along rails.

Reviews

[外人 (Gaiji..]

The images are just outstanding ! A wonderfully written poem on so many levels but what stands out in my opinion are definitely the images you create in the reader’s mind. Great job !

[Neville]

Tis true Leslie Philibert sir, you are darn good....Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...as i read it, i am reminded of all those times i took the Illinois Central from
Carbondale to Homewood...in my state of Illinois...
and think of Arlo Guthrie singing about it.

my favorite lines are the last three....
you are so good---makes me feel like such an amateur...

j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This certainly takes me back to the end days of steam when as a child I'd stand on a bridge as a locomotive passed, thundering and steaming, puffing and blowing
and shaking the earth. Such descriptive metaphors and sublime poetry as always Leslie! One of my favourites.