Rain Window

as it is.

My book of poems fails to hide

the space in front of my face.

The window frames the garden.

Das Stillleben. The rain levels

the earth, no longer clotted or rude.

It is time to see the frost washed out.

Dripping glass. Old eyes. Rain.

Reviews

[wordman]

seems like a worrisome time,time to move on

[Einstein Noodle]

almost haunting says i! a life lived long and lived well ...(like me)...:)))))))))))))))))))))))))... the heart on the sleeve ... trepid aspiration .... frost to rain .. and once again the old eyes are open and watching out that window .. i feel the spark and fire still moving the poet ... but i am the eternal optimist much to me own ignorance at times ;{ great read for me .. so much in such a compact space
E.

[Mrudula Rani]

A rain washed window is like a retouched painting; whatever it frames takes on certain gentleness, with all the colors of the garden once more bright and alive. You painted a perfect picture of rain dripping off glass.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Mrudula, my thanks for your kind words, and have a great week, my best wishes, Leslie

[Mrudula Rani]

Thank you Leslie. Wishing you a wonderful week.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is one of my very favorite pieces of yours...and believe me, you never disappoint...but i just got
a reflection of me in this...old eyes, rain...but a certain frost in the heart that would like to be washed out...
and at times i feel the poems i write don't hide the emotions that may seem to bypass me before they reach the page.
significant levels to this poem...as always...
i am looking out that window.
j.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Jacob, my thanks for your kind words. Some of my work is OK, some is sloppy with technical problems like sloppy grammar or dodgy line breaks or punctuation. This is , I hope, one of the better ones.
Have a great week, my best wishes, Leslie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are our own worst critics, Leslie...you never disappoint...and I am an English teacher...your poems are consistently sound, technically...I spot those problems immediately and start editing...I don't with your poems..I absorb the content.
but again, we are hardest on ourselves.
you have a great week as well, my friend.
j.

[Wild Rose]

We get into our note books /PC's to write our stories and poems > We are in another world

Alas when we return to the normal world it is still the same
The rain and winds are still there
Roll on the better weather Gardens of flowers butterfly's and birds
\
sun on my face Cool lemonade; Icecream cones

[Leslie Philibert]

My thanks for your fine and true words.
Here in Bavaria it is a lovely Spring morning.

[Chris Shaw]

There is deep loss etched into these lines. Everything else seems to be out of focus. 'It is time to see the frost washed out'. I get a sense here that it is now time for acceptance and to start moving forwards. Beautiful, emotion filled lines. Great imagery.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I am hoping that congratulations are in order here Leslie. Have you been published?
The poem is as always with you, packed full of emotion and description with each word (even the German ones!) as you paint still life indeed with a mere few strokes. Your poetry is the impressionist equivallent of painting. Just breath-taking. Even in your moment of joy it seems your loss runs still deep and always will. It will become more blunted, less sharp over time. Every best wish.