Eric Cockrell


Stop Sign - Poem by Eric Cockrell

stop sign...
right in front of your heart.
blood red,
letters in black.
scars heal slowly,
sometimes it takes lifetimes.
even the morning sun
takes a while to melt the frost.
we are what we risk,
or nothing at all.
wrapped up inside the shell,
only echoes can touch.
pilgrim waiting,
for the traffic to clear.
stop sign,
that only you can remove!


Comments about Stop Sign by Eric Cockrell

  • (4/16/2012 11:27:00 PM)


    Eric, You are right. As human we are nothing in terms of durability. We are the most volatile living things on the earth... (Report) Reply

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  • (4/16/2012 9:39:00 AM)


    Sometimes it can take a life time to get the stop sign
    down. A great poem.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012



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