Ember

A spark in the dark it beckons with its call

Among the ash a tiny flash, a memory to recall

Once a blaze now in haze in oblivion soon to fall

In despair it calls for air smoke raises in a scrawl

In its spell, it did tell its story to me

It did show that long ago it was a mighty tree

Once a seed among the weed it grew by degree

Until it fell under age's spell victim of apathy

Its soul a glowing coal, dying words rose in smoke

Embers of wood hard a small shard of broken oak

A sound profound from roots of ground words spoke

From a tree burned something learned be content with life's yoke

Reviews

[Jeyanthi]

Your poem gives visualization...
Being content gives peace or atleast control of emotions in this unpredictable life.. does underground talks? Yes it is... in your lines and words...

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read Jeyanthi and the words of encouragement they are most appreciated

[Marie]

A dying ember now a spark in the dark grabs the poet's attention. Once part of a blazing fire, very soon it will fall into ashes and be now more, but first it narrates its story to the poet. Once a tiny little seed it grew up to be a strong, tall oak tree. Over the years it feel under the spell of old age and sadly became a victim of indifference. The dying embers were once a shard of broken oak now spoke profound words and from the beautiful tree we can learn to be content with whatever life throws at us. Excellent use of metaphor throughout the poem. You paint such a wondrously vivid scene which draws the reader in as I see you in my mind sitting by the failing fire and learning a life lesson from the last dying moments of the tree. Eloquent quilling, dear Soren. Sad for the tree and all of humanity who are carrying life's yokes too. Superb penning, thank you for sharing, my friend...

[Soren]

Thank you so much Marie for the read and most comprehensive review it is as always deeply appreciated. Your words serve as encouragement. Some see it as sad the end of life to ashes but I see it as just another part of the circle.

[Marie]

MOST welcome always, Soren. Yes, you see the end of life correctly as part of the circle. I must shift my focus from this moment on to do my level best to see it in the same positive light as you do, my friend. Thank you for sharing your always beautiful poetry with us. Gratitude, dear Soren...

[Lisasview]

Hi Soren,
Hope all is well with you.
Loved this intimate poem...Love the use of metaphors throughout, which makes it a pleasure to read. Interesting use of rhymes.... smoke, okay, spoke, yoke....sound, profound, ground..
Its soul a glowing coal, dying words rose in smoke
Embers of wood hard a small shard of broken oak
A sound profound from roots of ground words spoke
From a tree burned something learned be content with life's yoke
Loved it...
Always enjoy reading your words dear Soren...
Lisasview

[Soren]

Thank you so much Lisa it is so good to hear from you. I thank you for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are most welcome and valued.

[Lisasview]

You are very welcome dear Soren,
Lisa

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i find myself always reading your poems twice. the first time, i get lost in the phonetics, the rhymes. at second look, i appreciate the symbolism and tone.

[Soren]

Thank you Ern for the read and more so for the second read. Yes they are intertwined in my mind at the time of writing just like music with the rhythm, and melody