Cinema Poem by Leslie Philibert

Cinema



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
returns;
we have lost
the tenancy of heaven.

Saturday, May 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loyd C Taylor Sr 17 May 2014

Thought provoking and a good piece, Loyd

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