Eric Cockrell

The Hands Of Time! - Poem by Eric Cockrell

the hands of a small child,
shaping sand on the beach.
the flutter of wings,
a sparrow's first flight.
seeds planted by hand
in the fresh plowed ground.
the light teasing shadows,
late afternoon to night.
the war hero's silence,
his eyes grown hard.
the family burying the child,
the mother cannot weep.
the hungry stare
of poverty's stink.
the addict's hard edge,
bare rooms, bare walls.
the hanging tree,
and the lovers oak.
the bullet in the chamber,
and the open mission.
the church locked empty,
boxes to beds in the alley.
the old man who cant forgive
what the young boy did.
the hands of a small child...
the hands of time!

Comments about The Hands Of Time! by Eric Cockrell

  • (4/11/2012 12:44:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem. If there's one thing you can't do,
    it is stop time. A fantastic write.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 10, 2012

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