From the Cinders and Ashes of Exhausted Flame

Music for his love or his love of music, the choice is his alone

From the Cinders and Ashes of Exhausted Flame

By Jack Ivey

 

From the cinders and ashes of exhausted flame

Came a wonderful truth that is not one to blame

For this feeling of love that brings forth its weight

Which we gladly present in the form of debate

 

On the darkest of night not a star above shone

We hear of the plight his decision alone

For the heart of this woman true love would reclaim

From the cinders and ashes of exhausted flame

 

And this knight you will see just a few steps away

Had decided to take with the band on this day

Whilst knowing full well that his Lady would fear

The thought that her armor clad knight was not near

 

He played till the hours, well into the morn

His heart between song and his lady were torn

But still he continued till the sun called the day

And this knight you will see just a few steps away

 

As he knocked on the door, crooked smile on his face

He called out her name as he stood at her place

Ignore him she did, it was easy to know

Where he had been, what place he did go

 

He hadn’t a clue that she waited her chore

And watched from above on the very next floor

His attempts to gain entry to this her own place

As he knocked on the door, crooked smile on his face

 

As she moved on the balcony, eyes gazing down

Watching his antics without making a sound

And thought to herself this was really a shame

It is his love of music that is surely to blame

 

Then her mind turned to songs he had written for her

As the love that she felt for him began to stir

Now feelings inside of her heart spun around

As she moved on the balcony, eyes gazing down

 

She decided to forgive and forget would be best

For his feelings and love he soon would profess

Through the entry she walked, quiet feet on the floor

To the base of the stairway that leads to the door

 

A moment to breathe, a glance at the lock

No longer she hears, the sound of his knock

She would let him in, allow him some rest

She decided to forgive and forget would be best

 

Dejected, no answer, he turns now to leave

To lose her, this Goddess, he surely would grieve

Why had he made such a mess of this thing

By playing guitar, by wanting to sing

 

He knew that he loved her much more than a song

Then why did he play with his friends all night long

She warned him no longer his words she’d believe

Dejected, no answer, he turns now to leave

 

The door is now open and before her eyes

A sight that is not often called a surprise

I terrible dream, she thought this must be

This sight that I see right here in front of me

 

Why would this happen, why do such a thing

Knowing he loved her as he loved to sing

Don’t do this my darling, the words that she cries

The door is now open and before her eyes

 

A flaming guitar, burning songs on the ground

Fanning the flames of this inferno mound

Her Knight as he tells her this act is to show

He loves her much more than a song, she should know

 

I’ll sing nevermore, not a chord will I play

To be in your arms with you here I will stay

Know that this is a sign of my love so profound

A flaming guitar, burning songs on the ground

 

She could not believe it, she stood there and cried

Such sadness and sorrow had built up inside

My darling this is not the course I desire

To see your creativeness go up in fire

 

I understand not why you’d go to such means

Never, not ever in my wildest dreams

This is not a way I would have ever implied

She could not believe it, she stood there and cried

 

Weep not my love, the decision was mine

It should have been done such a long ago time

For here at your side now I never shall part

And sing you the song that you’ve placed in my heart

 

These ashes were pages and wood and some strings

Nothing much more than material things

So therefore I say, we’ve the rest of all time

Weep not my love, the decision was mine

 

She was his Queen and he was her Knight

With blonde hair a' flowing she'd pull him in tight

She sat on the ground, he fell to his knees

This moment of love they were certain to seize

 

Her long gown of violet, his suit of steel

Their passionate kiss, they way that they feel

This perfect love the whole world would delight

She was his Queen and he was her Knight

 

From the cinders and ashes of exhausted flame

Came a wonderful truth that is not one to blame

For this feeling of love that brings forth its weight

Which we gladly present in the form of debate

 

On the darkest of night not a star above shone

We hear of the plight his decision alone

For the heart of this woman true love would reclaim

From the cinders and ashes of exhausted flame

 

 

Reviews

[eglantine]

You should write children's fairy tale books :) This highly reminded me of Cinderella... the title and photo def aided that connection.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend. I have written a children's fairytale of sorts, but it is a bit too long to post here.

[eglantine]

You should try to get it published!

[Jack...]

I wrote it many year sago and have just recently began editing it again and that kind of thing, but it still may be a while. I did write one that I can probably post here now that I think about it. If I decide to do so I will let you know.

[eglantine]

sounds great!

[s y e]

Woah Jack, this was awesome! I love how you have a gentle twist on this, loved the word play, it was amazing as always, wonderful write.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Frieda P]

Wow Jack, this actually left me feeling heady. Amazing word play, you gently twist your poetry in such lovely tones of velveteen lace on ice. You've outdone yourself with this one...I love take this modern day fairy tale even with all it's tarnished glory.

[Jack...]

Thanks Frieda. I told another, I sat and thought what I could give up that would hurt me the most, for love, and came to the conclusion it was music. I always appreciate such sweet words from a master poet like yourself. I truly do appreciate you.

[icelandicblue]

I commend you jack- this poem is a work of art. You tell a story that should have been sung by a bard. Your talent, it seems, is limitless. Thank you for sharing such an extraordinary piece of writing.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Blue. I always appreciate when you stop by and read my work. You are my catalyst for a beautiful day.

[shallimarRose]

The problems of being a musician on the road I guess.. Jack you amaze me.. How you write a long piece like this and not miss a note.. rhyme and meter almost always perfect when I read you.. "These ashes were pages and wood and some strings
Nothing much more than material things" this is true but so sad he gave up his other passion.. I can actually relate to this a little because i use to sing in clubs with my ex husband..(a long long long time ago) I had a chance to go to Nashville in the eighties but I had to walk away because I had small children.. For me it was the right choice but there will always be that "what if" another inspiring write hun.. xo Rose

[Jack...]

Thanks so much dear Rose. I am a musician and thought, what would be the one thing that would pain me the most to give up for love? This was my answer. (though I never really gave up music) I too sang in clubs and recorded Cd's and that kind of thing, but it wasn't kids that stopped me, it was age. :)>

[shallimarRose]

Well I have never stopped singing or writing just not anywhere but home or sometimes i use to get up on Jam session night.. My brother is a KJ but Karaoke is just not the same as with live music.. its been years and years for me. I kind of thought you might be a musician.. great piece you have written here as always.. xo Rose

[Veronica Chandler]

Wow...the only word I can pull from my head in the moment...Wow
An incredible show of the power of love, song, and devotion; I cried at the thought of,
"A flaming guitar, burning songs on the ground
Fanning the flames of this inferno mound
Her Knight as he tells her this act is to show
He loves her much more than a song, she should know"
And no one to blame...
"On the darkest of night not a star above shone
We hear of the plight his decision alone
For the heart of this woman true love would reclaim
From the cinders and ashes of exhausted flame"

Sheer genius!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much sweet Veronica. This was a fun and difficult poem to write, trying to bring the first line in again at the end of each second verse. I truly appreciate you.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Wow a fairy tale in a modern perspective, I was in trance, it is like a melody of the song. I was in sync as the progression continue. This is an art, truly remarkable stunning write I would never forget. A sweet, vivid and captivating poem painted in a magical space with an epic feel. Thanks for sharing Mr. Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Marc. I truly appreciate your kind words.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Welcome always Mr. Jack.

[Valentine]

WOW Jack....this is absolutely lovely and so well written..One of he best things I have read in a long time..Your writing is improving with each read..thank you for putting this one..it is going into my favorites..Kathie

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Kathie. I am a musician and I thought, what if I had to give it up for love.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A powerful piece that negates the interlude of severity and meaning, well done, good read.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

your welcome my darling.

[Tate Morgan]

Very well done. The wordplay is excellant And of course i think the rhyme and meter are great