Eric Cockrell


What.... (If Not To Listen...) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

what are we here for then
if not to listen...
to words spoken by the longing heart,
to the sound and inflections of suffering,
to the very heartbeat of need.
to the human cry against injustice,
to the song of freedom
borne by an angry wind...

to listen...
to the soft cry of the newborn baby,
to the moan of lovers entwined.
to the hum of the tractor,
and the thud of the axe.
to the hope of the hammer pounding nails.
to the voices of people choosing dialogue,
to the honest plea for forgiveness...

to listen...
to the song of the mockingbird,
the bark of the dog,
the meow of the cat...
to the marching chant of the ants.
to the sound of the butterfly's wings,
rhyming infinity!

to listen...
to the stillness in our own heartbeats.
for the name we had before birth.
to the prayers of clouds and trees.
for the sound of the Lover's footsteps.
to the ancient wisdom of mountains,
the forever birth of the rivers.
for the voice we've followed throughout time...

to listen...
for the bowls of hunger being filled.
for the silence after gunfire ends.
for the sound of hands joining ours.
for the sound of feet walking beside!


Comments about What.... (If Not To Listen...) by Eric Cockrell

  • Elna Nel (8/31/2012 10:40:00 AM)


    wonderful truths in this well written poem, enjoyed it and the others! (Report) Reply

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  • (8/28/2012 8:06:00 PM)


    The only sound decision that can be made is after listening and observing.
    We must learn by our interactions, not in haste with constant retractions.
    A backwards step doesn't have to be in most set circumstances.
    Listening is the pre-emptive medicine we all need.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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