What Have I To Fear? Poem by Eric Cockrell
What Have I To Fear?
if death be but a step,
a flower fallen with silent shouts...
a kiss blown by wind but never lost,
a friend who tends the grave.
a hymn, a prayer, kind words spoken,
a drink at a corner table.
a book placed back on the shelf,
a child's drawing done in crayon.
a door closed, left unlocked,
cattle left in the pasture all night.
an empty bowel, a candle burned down,
a sparrow sitting outside the window.
a shovel of dirt, a broken glass,
boots left in the corner.
the dog's leg cocked,
the fire burned down....
the still darkness waiting on dawn.
the river overflowed,
the cage door opened...
then what have i to fear?
Eruc, Modern human are not afraid of all these natural phenomena, but they cultivate the fear in their heart and nurture in every second by second. The fear of tomorrow and its woes. We wanted it, we have it and we will pass on to the next generations, if not corrected in this generation itself.
Question answered...and by your own poetic expression...NOTHING....nothing at'all...I like how you oipen with some quick, brief proposals...and how you ramp it up in midsteam of the work presenting a LOUD effect of becoming almost overwhelmed with all the many reasons not to fear the Reaper.(Yes, I used to Rock to Blue Oyster Cult) Finally, I like how you close-out via the same vein you open with...s o f t , musingly....Ya' think I liked it? Yup! ~FjR~
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8/16/2025 1:32:56 AM # 1.0.0
very innovative job.........all around us....with us.......for us....why fear? ? Namaste