Eric Cockrell

I Am.... (Rotting Wood) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am...
the old man smell of rotting wood,
the stagnant pool of water,
devoid of life!
the smell of young lust,
and the stink of love over years.
i am the children raised,
and the empty room.
i am the mistakes made,
and the chances long gone.
i am the moments of joy,
that no one can steal.
i am the prayer of the doubter,
the honesty of the naked moment.
i am the naked body of an old man,
where sparrows build nests!
i am the turn of the wheel,
the hum of the beat.
i am the hunger that races
through the darkness by moonlight.
i am the magic and the mystical,
the simple and the plain.
i am the hoot of the owl,
the stranger at the door.
i am the knowing without knowing;
i am dirty, and sweaty,
and covered with sap.
i am the words hidden,
in the growl and the howl....
i am the ghost, and the remembrance,
the touch that made you tremble.
i am the moan in your mirror,
the shadow dancing by your grave!

Comments about I Am.... (Rotting Wood) by Eric Cockrell

  • Juan Olivarez (5/18/2012 9:19:00 AM)

    this is just awesome, great poem, great ending. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (5/17/2012 7:10:00 AM)

    The shadow dancing by your grave, I've seen
    that a few times. A great poem.
    (Report) Reply

  • Christopher Cariad (5/16/2012 8:34:00 PM)

    Such a beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

  • (5/16/2012 8:30:00 PM)

    This has some killer lines. This is my second try at commenting, hope this one takes. (Report) Reply

Read all 4 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

[Report Error]