Time, For Jim Troy Poem by Eric Cockrell

Time, For Jim Troy

Rating: 5.0


grains of sand
falling through
our grasping fingers...

a dandelion held
up in the wind,
blown away in a moment.

a collection of photographs,
black and white, some
in color... put away in a box.

the strike of a match,
a quick blaze in the darkness,
lost in the black womb...

of eternity!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naida Nepascua Supnet 10 February 2012

where is jim troy i remember him as the one who writes nice poems about his wife i do not see his page anymore where is he? ? ? ? ? ?

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Jim Troy 18 September 2011

Eric my friend you are amazing... I am very honored to have you deicate this poem to me. When I return to read this one again I see with my second sight just how deep you have gone to bring this to full circle. Things I had missed before. I am so glad that I felt the tap on my shoulder to come back and read this one again. With me, I am sure there are many I need to check out for the second time or even a third.... It is very rewarding.... Thank you my friend Huggs....................Jim Troy

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Patti Masterman 15 September 2011

This is amazing- and not at all surprised to see that it is dedicated to someone else fully as amazing- and what's a little time between friends, anyway? (smile)

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Jim Troy 15 September 2011

Now that's my great friend who really know's what is the meaning of time... Way to go Eric.... Thats time in your wonderful way of bringing it.... Good one Jim Troy

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Declan O Reilly 15 September 2011

This is just so beautiful. I get so lost in the hypnotic feel of your words. I've no idea who Jim Troy is but what an honour you bestow.

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