Tinged With Oil Poem by Eric Cockrell
Tinged With Oil
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
empty cars locked,
rusting in the warmth.
empty bottles, cigarette butts,
and ghosts walking quickly,
going nowhere, leaving a trail
of nothing behind.
stray dogs, beat down stop signs,
people afraid to touch,
much less to feel...
sunlight dancing
on a puddle of rainwater
tinged with oil....
Like it. Really like the last few lines. May i invite you to read my new poem called, powers that be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 4:13:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I really like this one. You paint a picture here, so clearly do I see it. Lovely writing.