![]() The Souls Of Household ObjectsA Poem by Leslie Philibert![]() things that are here![]()
So familiar they cannot be viewed, gnostic perhaps,
each embodied with spirit, trapped in recall, an earless china dog of unknown origin, looking stupidly into the living room, a black-and-white portrait of a Victorian aunt, strict and cheerless, framed in something faking silver, children captured free of sin, a moment of innocence, a wedding picture, frozen, now of strangers, a postcard from Vienna, retouched with eye bending colours. The big brown clock fails to tick. The smell of dusty leather and dried flowers. Surrounded by things I can now never change. © 2012 Leslie PhilibertReviews
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15 Reviews Added on April 8, 2012 Last Updated on April 8, 2012 Author![]() Leslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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