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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert
(6th March 1954 / London, England)
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Song Of A Winter Attic
Sheets of white ice double the frozen glass,
the net curtains break the ice light and the
smell of damp books and insects, autumn apples,
moments of childhood under eaves,
I am not in sorrow apart from sorrowing, a terrible desire
is born to stop clocks, victims of time and snow and
Mr. Philibert, thank you for helping with some of my errors on some of my poetry. I am here to say that we use very differents styles of poetry. I have only been writing my poetry for a few years and it helps me get out some of my feelings so I do not forget them in life. I am person that forgets a lot of things in life pretty easily.
As poets we try to pour out the feelings from our hearts and souls. This is what helps me in my daily life, I have a life that was almost taken from me so I am trying to make the most of it by writing down my thoughts.
I hope that when I leave this place in life that my children will see the work that I done in my life. So please do not criticize a poet's work. We might not see their ideas but we still need to respect them for their work.
Your poems are thought provoking and I have to read it a few times and reflect your meaning.
re 'Hospital' absolutely brilliant..must find time to read more of your poems later
Your poems are well written and I enjoy reading them!
I enjoy reading your poems- a vivid blend of descriptions that enrich the mind, thanks.