Last Breath Poem by Doris Cornago

Last Breath



What if we never encounter
and never come to hear
the depth our heart's cry
Will there be no memories
Left after a short skirmish
of words and taunts, a trickle
of blood oozes from a wound...

What if another kinder man
having seen the gaping wound
ripped a bit of cloth from shirt
softly bandaged that part
which never closed again like
A sad refrain, running over
and over like a broken promise...

His quick eyes saw me from afar
With his sharp talons picked me
Gently laid me on his great nest
Made me shed wet dirty clothes
while he drew leaves to shield
Been so cold and hungry out there
An eagle came as last breath escaped...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
You will never know what comes up during an emergency. Sometimes, the people who we think are most reliable fail us during out point of need, while an insignificant person (in our eyes) could just be waiting in the wings to shield and comfort us. The message of the poem is to stop the foolishness of waiting and move on. An eagle is better than a cuckoo who does not really know what he wants. This poem is inspired by a young poet Crimson Love and his poem 'A Distant Love'. Expertness or skillfulness at making poems - or 'making love' - is nurtured by depth of heart and honesty of emotions. This is my observation of both young poets and aged poets.
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