I Am.... (Rotting Wood) Poem by Eric Cockrell

I Am.... (Rotting Wood)

Rating: 4.5


i am...
the old man smell of rotting wood,
the stagnant pool of water,
devoid of life!
the smell of young lust,
and the stink of love over years.
i am the children raised,
and the empty room.
i am the mistakes made,
and the chances long gone.
i am the moments of joy,
that no one can steal.
i am the prayer of the doubter,
the honesty of the naked moment.
i am the naked body of an old man,
where sparrows build nests!
i am the turn of the wheel,
the hum of the beat.
i am the hunger that races
through the darkness by moonlight.
i am the magic and the mystical,
the simple and the plain.
i am the hoot of the owl,
the stranger at the door.
i am the knowing without knowing;
i am dirty, and sweaty,
and covered with sap.
i am the words hidden,
in the growl and the howl....
i am the ghost, and the remembrance,
the touch that made you tremble.
i am the moan in your mirror,
the shadow dancing by your grave!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Juan Olivarez 18 May 2012

this is just awesome, great poem, great ending.

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Dave Walker 17 May 2012

The shadow dancing by your grave, I've seen that a few times. A great poem.

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Christopher Cariad 16 May 2012

Such a beautiful poem!

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Patti Masterman 16 May 2012

This has some killer lines. This is my second try at commenting, hope this one takes.

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