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Bird Poems, chris leibow, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Riparia Suite Poems Book

 

 

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Review of Riparia Suite

AMERICAN POET, chris leibow, love poem, poetry, Uncategorized

  There is a simplicity in Chris Leibow’s poetry, particularly upon hearing his mesmerizing recitations, yet this simplicity is betrayed by complexity of the arrangement of the words on the page, beckoning the reader to step within them, to get lost in the rush of the simplicity, and then eventually drown.                                            

 Brian Gray Enormous Rooms

Riparia Suite

AMERICAN POET, chris leibow, love, love poem, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

“He sought to touch you and found he could not find you,
he sought to understand you but could not hear you.”

                                                              Conrad Aiken

  …for what I give by singing is at once my body (by my voice) and this silence in which you cast that body. It is in this that you will understand at last what it is I give you; as useless as the wisp of yarn; the pebble held out to his mother by the child.    

                                         A Lovers Discourse, Roland Barthes

 
Watershed

 

 yes,
I am

writing
  I am writing
to you – singing

to you even
now, even

though this
river lives

between us;              
even                   
       though.

The Poems I Write You

AMERICAN POET, chris leibow, love, love poem, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

The Poems I write you

are in the amber color          of sap —                

oozing from our
carved initials,        

laying on top
                     of each other. a talisman –                    

that expands
each year
marked; the white sycamore
at the bend of the river.                                 

The River.

Brackish Waters

AMERICAN POET, chris leibow, love, love poem, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

The river
is insistent

and yet
our conversations

are modest,
are constantly

moving
she is always

repeating
herself never

repeats herself
repeats herself

in the damp blue
dusk of rustling

leaves.
in the sky

circling,
with herons

 

 

Down River

chris leibow, love, love poem, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Down River

at the rivers
edge

river mud
running

through
my fingers

watch it fall
back into

the water
small brown

rivulets
  moving fast

         away from me
                    down river

a stag
leaps

                         across

Weave of Water

AMERICAN POET, BIRD, Bird Poems, chris leibow, love, love poem, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

While you
sleep

I send you
            small birds

to weave
          words

into your
            hair

but the river
holds me

back –

    instead she
weaves herself

Did you wonder
    why on waking

     the damp
                     pillowcase?