Eric Cockrell

The Sounds Of Living And Dying - Poem by Eric Cockrell

listening to the sounds,
earth turning seasons,
waves pounding against

distant shores... fishing boats
setting out to sea....oil rigs
pulsing in demonic rhythm...

big trucks barreling down
faceless interstates... tractors
getting ready to rip the earth....

babies being born, lovers
groaning with passion...
gunfire, bombs exploding!

the silent whispers of the homeless...
gravediggers digging graves.
carpenters pounding nails...

elephants trumpeting, lions roaring,
the hawk's wings beating against
the sky.... and the old woman

dying... the empty room echoes
the prayers of a forgotten life.....
the sounds of living and dying,

anguish and ecstasy... amen!

Comments about The Sounds Of Living And Dying by Eric Cockrell

  • Hans VrHans Vr (10/6/2011 9:14:00 AM)

    'the empty room echoes the prayers of a forgotten life'
    After reading what precedes this line, this line really touches the heart of the reader. Another of your excellent poems, Eric.10

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2011

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