The Tongue Poem by Eric Cockrell

The Tongue

Rating: 5.0


I am the tongue,
The wick, and the shoe.
The fallen nest, the unnamed star.
Conceived from dust,
And forged from steel.
I carry the name
Of bodies without faces.
I bury the bone,
And tend the fire.
I wash, i bandage,
I thrust, i stink.
No more than stone,
No less than wind.
I am your heart,
Calling your soul!

Friday, July 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 29 August 2015

I enjoyed this, Eric. Nicely written

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Smoky Hoss 17 July 2015

The way we speak, is the way we shall walk. Beautiful poem Eric.

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Dave Walker 04 July 2015

A great poem, gets deep inside, really great to see you back.

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