Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Night - Poem by Leslie Philibert

I cannot suck sleep out of the warm air,
a clothes runner killed before my bed,
numbers encode the darkness, they are not curved

and I reach for your hand, warm paper over chalk hills,
rivers that flow past sinews, tunnels leading to fingertips,
a map creased into your palm.

There are dragons over the main road, they have
moving eyes and heated wings, the night has locked
out gravity, I am full of feathers, falling up.


Comments about Night by Leslie Philibert

  • (9/4/2012 8:43:00 AM)

    'There are dragons over the main road, they have
    moving eyes and heated wings, the night has locked
    out gravity, I am full of feathers, falling up. '

    A very vivid imagination. Sounds like a thriller. It'd be very hard to sleep after this one.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 4, 2012


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