Mailbox! Poem by Eric Cockrell

Mailbox!

Rating: 5.0


frost on the hawk's wings,
small face against the glass;
or perhaps just a memory,

black coffee and cigarette smoke.
bare limbed trees walk beside me,
down the path to the road....

mailbox hanging open,
only cobwebs in the damp.
the porch light still on,

like a ghostly lighthouse,
calling back things you've forgotten,
that i go through every day!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jacqui Broad 02 November 2011

This has touched me, somehow. Speaking of a lonely person, longing to hear from people long forgotten. The porchlight I see as a welcoming sign. Very great poem...

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