Eric Cockrell

Tis Breath, Then... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

tis breath, then...
wrought with infinite longing,
that called light from darkness,
and being from non-being.
that, spent as wind,
calling forth waves from oceans,
calling forth land from water,
blowing dry and forming.

tis breath, then...
calling male and female to join.
calling trees and mountains to tangle.
defining hill and valley,
both far and near.
calling forth fire from imagination,
calling thought from inertness.
calling music from stillness.

tis breath, then...
calling tribe unto tribe.
creating gods from reflection.
calling souls from dead bones,
naming names, defining eternity,
calling forth desire, hunger, and wonder.
calling forth construction and ambition...
calling forth ego!

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  • (8/28/2012 2:02:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem calling forth ego, love that line. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012

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