A Cold and Quiet Night

The Title says it all.

The hourglass turns

Yet the candle still burns

And the heart quietly yearns

In the body near the fireplace

On a cold and quiet night.

The thoughts travel to yesterday

To an adventurous time that slipped away.

Are they of love? I cannot say.

For some things should never be said

On a cold and quiet night.

The sound of a clock echos in the room

And the rocking-chair creeks an eerie tune

As the firelight dances like the wisp of a broom.

Then memories join in, in yesterday's den,

On this cold and quiet night.

JE Falcon

09-30-2018

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A scene nicely set here. Sometimes on winter nights, looking into a fireplace fire, thoughts can be summoned to times past. Here the speaker declines to relate those memories, but hints that love may have been involved. An old saying seems appropriate here: Let sleeping dogs lie.

[JE Falcon]

True. --- Yet, on occasion Sleeping dog dream and when dreaming sounds are heard. You can't avoid them without waking the dog. So, some let the dog sleep and they just watch the flames on the Cold and Quiet Night. :) --- Thanks for the wonderful review.

[Relic]

I enjoyed this very much. Your use of rhyme to describe the feelings are impeccable.
Love it. :)

[JE Falcon]

Thanks ever so much. This was a little out of my norm, but a fun write.

[LadyBee]

This is an excellent way to describe feelings. I find no faults whatsoever continue writing.

[JE Falcon]

Thanks, and thanks for the comment. I have been for a while, and someday I will write the perfect something. But like many before me, I won't be around to know, LOL.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"As the firelight dances like the wisp of a broom"---love that image.
this poem dances...
and there are times when quiet is not awkward at all, but just us listening...listening.
j.

[JE Falcon]

Yes, at times the best part of a fireplace is the thoughts that dance with the flames.

[Samuel Dickens]

Things to ponder on a quiet night. You set the scene very well, and it reminds me a bit of Poe. Should those memories be welcomed or avoided?

[JE Falcon]

To possible answer your question, "Only each reader will know. --- Poe is one of my favorites, of the yesterday writers. He was one of America's earliest practitioners of the short story, (my favorite), and considered to be the inventor of the detective fiction genre, (another favorite), as well as contributing to the emerging genre of sci-fi, (still another favorite). A rival named Griswold spread lies about the man after death, and, sadly, they have endured. --- Thanks for reading and the review, it does mean a lot.

[Samuel Dickens]

In 11th grade English class, we were assigned to recite a poem before the class. I recited "The Bells". Yeah, I loved (love) Poe.

[JE Falcon]

Ah, an excellent choice. --- Have a great day.

[Chris Shaw]

Plenty of ambience here from that rocking chair looking into the flames of that fire on a cold, quiet night. Reflections of what was, what might have been even. Memories, they do have a habit of interfering with the quiet. Sometimes you would rather they didn't intrude. Your stanzas conveyed well and are relatable.

Chris

[JE Falcon]

Thanks, Chris, and tis true. Fireplaces and dancing flames can conjure all sorts of thoughts, at times, a poem. :)

[Chris Shaw]

They do indeed. Dancing flames are so inspirational:)