Leslie Philibert

Veteran Poet - 1,414 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

At My Own Funeral - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Bells. Cold air. Damp earth.
Carrying my own coffin as if

divided and watching myself from outside.
Throw masks into an empty grave.

I have been caught leaving a shop
with a bag of stolen apples.

Surrounded by dropped faces and lost tones.
The air cold. Earth damp. Bells.

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  • Gold Star - 10,120 Points Heather Wilkins (5/30/2013 9:53:00 PM)

    this is looking within and seeing the future. good write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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