Eric Cockrell


That Knows - Poem by Eric Cockrell

the face in the mirror,
grows darker with time...
deep and grainy,
weathered and beaten.
the trunk of an old tree,
where birds hide their nests,
and squirrels meet to plot
the downfall of man.
hollowed and sketched,
with dignity unspoken,
the scars of love and wars,
where insects breed and whisper.
and time itself,
bows in awe and respect,
for the tree that knows
itself to be a tree!

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  • Gold Star - 4,937 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (7/4/2012 4:36:00 AM)

    and squirrels meet to plot
    the downfall of man.
    hollowed and sketched,
    with dignity unspoken,

    It happens in real life. thought provoking poem. well done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 3, 2012



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