Jacob Coleman

Rookie - 6 Points (November 30,1989)

Last Breath - Poem by Jacob Coleman

It’s not that I suffer from hippopto-
(literally: the fear of long words)
That at least would be understandable.
Neither Ents nor grammar books frighten me.

Since time’s beginning, words were not hush-dead things.
But sense-sparks, shaped best in praises moving.
Bury my brain in a dictionary,
And in three days, hear the Old Story groan.
Time flies as fairy tales far away steal…

Red and the big bad wolf will blow-sing-blow,
But me, I’ve no breath, no song, no sweet name
Stirring softly, breaking ever always…
Or if I do, Distrust stands at the door:
Mousedom in his eyes; his mouth a cotton trap;
Scared to knock, he gropes for the key that’s gone.

In winter, the stones sigh till they almost break;
And I too sigh, and I too break, but words!
Words never come, or never come easy.
Is this doom or laughter Silence rings out?
Dumb lips stir and a Voice cries, “It’s finished! ”

Comments about Last Breath by Jacob Coleman

There is no comment submitted by members..

Rudyard Kipling


Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

[Report Error]