The Smallest Things Poem by Eric Cockrell
The Smallest Things
the small print
of a cat's paw on
your trembling lips,
stopped the tears,
and the roar of hunger
in the tiny bud opening.
the tongue that gropes
for a dropp of rain...
seed wrapped in dirt,
that sunlight,
and turning set free.
the smallest things,
bring form to shadow.
it is in the smallest things
that we find the immortal!
clean, crisp and simple imagery, to me, are the most powerful....you have mastered this! bravo, very nicely done!
The small things in life are always the best things. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It's always the little things that we all seem to hold onto. Lovely poetry.