Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,806 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Cinema - Poem by Leslie Philibert

We stare holes
in the dark air;
we are all together
but far apart,
holding hands
like a cut-out
from Matisse,
a wrapped box
of unsteady futures,
a breath baked
like a cake.
Then the surprise
when the light
we have lost
the tenancy of heaven.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/17/2014 9:06:00 AM)

    Thought provoking and a good piece, Loyd (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 3, 2014

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