Last Dying Ember

Last Dying Ember

A Poem by E.V. Black

At night, I was alone all on my own



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.


© 2017 E.V. Black

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Beautiful flow. I enjoyed reading, thank you

Posted 3 Years Ago

E.V. Black

3 Years Ago

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

Posted 4 Years Ago

Poetic Beauty

4 Years Ago

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

4 Years Ago

They're really good. I've been taking on a new style lately. It's a relief because, style-wise, it f.. read more
Poetic Beauty

4 Years Ago

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

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