Leslie Philibert

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

The North Is Winter - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Ringing cold. Nameless stars.

A coastal trawler
With a ballast of dead souls
Shaken into the waves.

The night tugs at my sleeve
As a child would do.
Nameless cold. Ringing stars.


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(C) Leslie Philibert for the World. All rights reserved.

Comments about The North Is Winter by Leslie Philibert

  • Gold Star - 33,045 Points Fabrizio Frosini (7/30/2015 10:44:00 AM)

    a well penned short poem, Leslie, that speaks of wintertime through a terse but highly symbolic language.. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014


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