House Poem by Leslie Philibert
House
strong breezes in a familiar house,
corridors full of leaves
torn curtains across broken windows,
mirror face.
your back turned into a bow,
suffer the same loop,
the same head brick
the same safe of dirty secrets,
explore the same labyrinth
from which you want to escape,
a script not to be ripped up;
the pushing away and holding.
Dear Leslie Whenever I seek creative nuggets, I seek out your poetry, you never fail to ignite my imagination, your masterly of the poetic craft, the logic in the details, the passion of your verse my envy, few poets manage to master both I am truly a great fan of your work Truly Paul (Leaking Pen)
a script not to be ripped up, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 1:00:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Leslie Whenever I seek creative nuggets, I seek out your poetry, you never fail to ignite my imagination, your masterly of the poetic craft, the logic in the details, the passion of your verse my envy, few poets manage to master both I am truly a great fan of your work Truly Paul (Leaking Pen)