Eric Cockrell


Follow (I Am The Flute) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i follow...
the hoot of the owl,
the smoke that leads
to the fire.
the hollow of the hand,
to the hard and the soft.
the salt of the sea
to the dark and murky unknown.
the erection and the breast,
to the womb that creates.
lightning to the thunder,
and thunder to lightning.
the hammer to the nail,
the bullet through the barrel.
the spirit through the book,
back to the tree in the forest.
the body to the grave,
the universe back to dust.
i follow...
the sound of the flute,
till i come to see...
that i follow nothing,
and no one at all!
for i am the path,
and the feet that walk.
i am the flute,
the sound and the lips.
i am the breath,
the desire, and the vision...
for i am no one,
and nothing at all!

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  • (4/3/2012 5:11:00 PM)


    A really fantastic poem, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 3, 2012


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