A Final Song

A Final Song

final song

I embark
like I have so many times before.
I spark
the brain cell but there’s only one left and it’s death and nothing more.
A single note played and sung
like a tune
to finally end this reign
nobody knew too soon.

I lift my body
one last time for my love.
She loves me deeply
and I don’t want to go

one last time for my love.

The journey ends as it must
and I need it to.
I need this to end quickly,
as quickly as I needed you.
Nobody knew but my mind
and yours too.
Amazing how life lifts you, drops you,
bores you and floors you.
But I’m free
like a weight is lifted.
Death is freedom
and freedom was my soul
everywhere sweet songs drifted.

And this is why
I sing this one last chorus.
The last one I’ll ever sing,
a tender call for us.
The end of this parade,
and the flight to the firmament,
float in blue skies
where nothing is permanent.
And realize this mind
can’t hold you at all.
Let the blue sky crumble
as I finally fall.

Final Song

A final song …

Nathan Bernardo
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Nathan Bernardo

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, which was back in the early 1980s. I've studied poetry a bit, have learned form, meter, alliteration, things like that; but mostly I just let it flow. Though academics tend to think rhyme is contrived, and it often is, I still use it. I think poetry is rhythm and sound. If it sounds good when you read it out loud, then it's good poetry. I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas. As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too. Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.

3 thoughts on “A Final Song

  • February 25, 2018 at 4:38 PM

    You have been missed, Nathan. It is good to see you back with us. Your poem is a well-written metaphor for loss of love, which is like a death. Well done.

  • February 25, 2018 at 11:15 PM

    Interesting work Nathan, and some great phrasing in this thought-provoking piece. Cheers!

  • March 2, 2018 at 8:45 PM

    Thanks, Phyllis and Tony. Much appreciated.


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