Red, Pulsing Blood! Poem by Eric Cockrell

Red, Pulsing Blood!



dont talk to me of skin color,
my god is not white!
in fact, she runs with the wolves,
clothed in fur and claws and teeth!

sometimes she is the moonlight,
lighting their path,
other times the wind,
carrying their howls back to herself!

dont talk to me of skin color,
talk of blood! red, pulsing blood...
flesh and sweat and desire
wrapped in human spirit!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Okoye Charles Chukwudi 22 February 2012

I must say this nice and philosophical too...you speak of God in all living things. Thats my point of view too, God is nature, nature is a part of God head. Though the skin color part, i do not get maybe its a reply to an argument which i think lead to you writing this poem..maybe, maybe not. Good poem. You shud pls read my poem and also leave a comment/criticism....thanks for sharing

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success