Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,669 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

A Lifting Of Birds - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Hard as an empty factory, a sea of glass
eaves brown with rust and first rain

squares of light oblongate through broken panes
as the day creeps, almost a church service

with the soft thrashing of pigeon wings,
shadows across blackened brick

as an oil moon creeps over a battered roof
and a grey steel door bangs an obscure tact

with the first cold green starting, newspapers
and plastic bags flattering like shot birds

encoded by grease, a naked lightbulb swings over
an empty chair, the evening breeze failing

there is little hope here, nothing too much to save,
just the idle gathering of soot and distant traffic.

Comments about A Lifting Of Birds by Leslie Philibert

  • Chris G. Vaillancourt (5/9/2014 9:22:00 AM)

    I enjoy your usage of words here, and in your work in general. there are layers of images to explore in this piece. (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (1/24/2013 5:07:00 PM)

    i agree with other comments. now i'll look at another. t.f.s. bri (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2012 3:07:00 PM)

    Interesting but I dont quite understand the poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 12, 2012

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