Last Dying Ember

 

At night, I was alone

all on my own

 

just like my dreams,

nothing’s as it seems

 

standing still in time

waiting for the rhyme

 

to come upon me…

to exhale gently

 

and it breathed into my ear

secrets I couldn’t hear

 

but knew, deep down inside,

was where they would hide,

 

in caverns, damp and cold,

in forests, tall and old,

in cellars ridden with mold,

in dark stories retold.

 

And still I patiently waited

for words that were surely dated

 

of Poe and Frost,

their lyric words lost

 

in lieu of leisure

and visual pleasure,

 

the oblivion of books

in favor of looks,

 

easy beauty to consume

is the ultimate doom.

 

And still I tried

because, all of us, inside

 

know that of art

is feeling of heart,

 

what makes us breathe,

boil, and seethe,

 

the bitter of sorrow,

hope for tomorrow,

 

a break in the storm,

a sliver of warm,

 

a brilliant sun ray

on a brand new day…

 

These things we let

greed make us forget

 

but still we must

place in trust

 

that thing we remember,

that last dying ember,

 

a once scorching presence

of a fervent essence,

 

now a winter of snows

that nobody knows,

 

the last light is burning,

the heart is yearning

 

for something so good

that people should

 

unlock the door

to the before,

 

look within,

and re-begin.

 

Reviews

[Meagan]

Beautiful flow. I enjoyed reading, thank you

[E.V. Black]

Thank you for the lovely comment! I only just saw this now. I am very glad that you enjoyed it.

[Poetic Beauty]

Trying to write can be difficult when the emotions and words will not break free from the iron cell.

Love the description in this piece . Alone says a lot. It's a powerful word if you really think about it. Stunning poetry as always. Good to see you are still posting here.

[E.V. Black]

Thanks for the feedback :)
I'm trying to get out more poetry, but I'm trying to work on my stories too.

[Poetic Beauty]

I will have to keep popping in to check out new pieces that you post.

[E.V. Black]

They're really good. I've been taking on a new style lately. It's a relief because, style-wise, it feels like I've been in limbo these last few years. It's why I haven't been publishing much: none of the stuff really felt right.

[Poetic Beauty]

Write how you feel it should be written. What feels right for you. We are always learning.