Eric Cockrell

Rogue Stars - Poem by Eric Cockrell

we pass too often unaware,
rogue stars hurtling
through the vast blackness
of inner space...

a bump, a bruise,
a scratch, a scar...
and almost the smell
of a closeness.

we bring the cup to our lips,
too hot to taste...
it is only in the silence after,
that memory reaches out to touch!

Comments about Rogue Stars by Eric Cockrell

  • (5/18/2012 5:03:00 PM)

    A great poem, love the last stanza. A great write. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/18/2012 9:33:00 AM)

    nice one....brief, but beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (5/18/2012 9:13:00 AM)

    how similiar we are to the vastness of the cosmos. excellent. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

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