Writers Cafe - Once in a while, they still come back.

Once in a while

as though pulled in by some desire,

or force,

some decide to take a ride back

to Writers Cafe.

It's not always a long visit, yet, 

they still come back

as though returning to their old home.

"I remember Robbie,

or Marie, or Frieda P," they might say.

They may recall this place in a way one might remember 

flags that lined porches,

or trees on each side of the street where they lived.

But still, they remember this place.

Their names are still on the mailbox.

For better or worse, this is a community.

Some have moved on, as they should.

And some are still here pruning nouns

or mowing verbs.

Some have even died.

The street may look different.

Trees may be bigger.

And old friends may be gone for good.

But on this block, 

you're never turned away

no matter how long you've been gone 

or how many times you move on.

They'll always be opportunities to write about

the sun, the rain, a train...

Writers Cafe - 

on this block, once in a while, 

they still come back.

Reviews

[Dennis Wolf]

Well, one of the new ones here. So far it doesn't look like the other sites I've been on.. Wattpad and writing.com.. Grrrrrr everything is about paying for getting advertised and the a*s kissing..

Don't care for that stuff, sooo after some exploration I decided on this site

We'll see how it goes.
Cheers

[Relic]

I wish you luck, Dennis. Thanks for the comment.

[Dennis Wolf]

Thank you, and.. No problem
This was an enjoyable read.
Cheers

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I still love this it came up in my feed today
Beautiful

[Relic]

Thanks, Julie. :)

[Aura]

Oh this was so beautiful, I love the comparison of Writers Cafe to a neighborhood block. How some "neighbours"/writers, may have left, some come back, some may have passed away, but there is always room for them, and they are always welcomed in this neighborhood that was created!

[Relic]

Thanks for the comment, Aura. :)

[Aura]

The pleasure is all mine !

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like this because of the truth in it. I've done so myself. And I've lost some wonderful friends here that have died. Some, I'm still friends with but they no longer frequent the site. One publishes her own magazine and another writes romance/mystery novels. We still connect via email or other social media. But yes, it is a community bound by our love of the written word; whether poetry, short story, flash fiction or novels. Highest marks on this welcome note tacked to the door of Writer's Café.

[Relic]

Thank you so much for your thoughts, Fabian. :)

[Chris]

"So say we all..." like a mantra.

[Relic]

ha Thank you for your thoughts, Chris.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very well said!! So much truth in this write! Great tribute to all writer on this site!

[Relic]

Thank you, Kathy. :)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!

[KAREN]

So true! I was gone for over ten years, but now I'm back! And it has been awesome writing and being on writerscafe again! I love this poem!

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Karen. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[KAREN]

My pleasure!

[AMMD]

The authentic welcomes always help. Nice thoughts penned :)

[Relic]

Thank you, AMMD. :)

[AMMD]

You're welcome and nice to meet you

[M. J. Smith]

It is good to return home. Moving on does not mean forgetting those who have helped you. Home truly is where the heart is. Nicely done.

[Relic]

Thank you for your kind thoughts, M.J. 😀

[William Michael Reeves]

That was pretty cool and really strikes me. If you go through my poetry you'll see that half the new stuff is about or inspired by, collaborated with and beautifully reviewed by poets in the cafe. It has changed my life. And too often I'll come around to read someone and they're gone. And it surprises me how much that has come to mean. And other experiences my friends here have shared about the poets here. You hit my spot with this one!

Bill

[Relic]

I appreciate your thoughts, Bill. This place used to be much different. There were so many poets here that shared their writing and reviews. Today, it seems like a shell of what it used to be. Many have left, but every once in a while, I'll see someone from years ago pop in. I'm always looking, it seems.

[Ken Simm.]

I would like to be associated with the remarks of the above speaker. Except I could not put it as well.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Ken.