Rogue Stars Poem by Eric Cockrell

Rogue Stars

Rating: 5.0


we pass too often unaware,
rogue stars hurtling
through the vast blackness
of inner space...

a bump, a bruise,
a scratch, a scar...
and almost the smell
of a closeness.

we bring the cup to our lips,
too hot to taste...
it is only in the silence after,
that memory reaches out to touch!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 18 May 2012

A great poem, love the last stanza. A great write.

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Marites C. Cayetano 18 May 2012

nice one....brief, but beautiful.

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Juan Olivarez 18 May 2012

how similiar we are to the vastness of the cosmos. excellent.

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