A Funeral In Winter Poem by Leslie Philibert

A Funeral In Winter

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Early darkness; as oil we drip on tarmac,
a gathering in black fallen from the sky.
With lemon faces we shadow the next.

Tears empty and clear; cutting out the jabber
still alive we drift over cobbles. Arms alongside
too distant and too close, much too close.

The crows send us back into the rain,
a brass aside breaks the ring, a hole in life.
We stare into; is that all?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 05 January 2013

Great imagery ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]: O)

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John Rickell 03 November 2013

Fine and economical writing. I like the reference to crows.not sentimental John

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Some day each of us be a star of the show Waiting for men in black to carry us below Shadows walking for one who ever again won't......... Very good poem Sir and welcome to my page

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Roseann Shawiak 24 January 2016

Funeral sorrow draped in the sorrow of loss, no more love for a shadow even to follow. Melancholy, but an apt description of death at a funeral. Everyone is numb, yet tears will flow. Great poem, thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 20 October 2015

A thoughtful poem indeed....10 I invite you to read my poems

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Geetha Jayakumar 22 August 2014

Beautiful poem with indpeth meaning. Very true said in few lines. Early darkness; as oil we drip on tarmac, a gathering in black fallen from the sky. With lemon faces we shadow the next. We are the next and will be carried to funeral. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.

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Chris G. Vaillancourt 09 May 2014

this is a great poem...strong writing with deep emotional impact...excellent

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Some day each of us be a star of the show Waiting for men in black to carry us below Shadows walking for one who ever again won't......... Very good poem Sir and welcome to my page

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