The Poetic Experience (Part Two)

poetry is merely the human hymn,
and so the divine hymn. what
we see and feel... touch, taste,
and smell, and what we dont know,
and cant understand. each living
being is a universe in itself, and
each is just a splotch of a patchwork
quilt. when one being exhales, another
inhales... the earth turns, night comes
to relieve the day, morning comes to
fulfill night... such is the rhythm of
life, the beat of the hymn. poetry is
meant to be the bridge that connects,
it need be nothing more! if we truly
live we are the poem made flesh...
enough, and enough!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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