Leslie Philibert

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

Girl At A Bus Stop - Poem by Leslie Philibert

A white dress
full of winter cherries,
hair curled with frost.

A carried box,
tied with string
and legends.

Maybe a modelled
sister, or a ghost
from a playground.

You turn to
curcumnavigate
in all this road

and wonder this is
as gone as a finger of snow
in April.

The sky is hasty with
a flock of clouds,
broody, hanging.

The next day empty;
a shape without standing,
colder.

Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about Girl At A Bus Stop by Leslie Philibert

  • (4/5/2015 1:27:00 PM)


    I liked this poem of yours, love your use of language (Report) Reply

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  • Akhtar Jawad (3/18/2015 8:38:00 AM)


    The next day empty;
    a shape without standing,
    colder.
    An impressive poem.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 18, 2015



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