Line In The Sand Poem by Eric Cockrell

Line In The Sand

Rating: 5.0


line in the sand...
broken plate in the sink.
the needle of debt
exacts its cost.
men are just men,
dreams are made for sipping.
the spirits of dead lovers
inhabit bodies at night.
and the light flickers,
grabs, taunts, is lost.
we write bibles,
coughing in the night!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 25 March 2012

Lots of amazing imagery here, full of great lines the spirits of dead lovers inhabit bodies at night. Tremendous stuff

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Dave Walker 24 March 2012

A fantastic poem, like it a fantastic write.

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Rajendran Muthiah 24 March 2012

Your brief poems give brief thoughtful lines about the philosophy of life. The dead lovers are inhabiting the (heavenly) bodies at night. The last two lines make a beautiful reading. please

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