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.

There will 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

[Kelly Scheppers]

I started posting here in 2008, while on another poetry venue, called "The Starlite Cafe". It changed hands after the moderator died, and simply went downhill from there. I think the poets here will all tell you that the WC feels like home. Sure, we all need to walk away from time to time, but it's the returning to old friends and new that make it the community it is. Besides, it's good to see someone you haven't seen in a while...right? I'll gladly put my name in the hat of those who will still be here in ten years, "pruning nouns and mowing verbs." Neville and I already made a pact. It's on! ; )

[Relic]

haha, glad to hear that. I myself find myself being one of the people I refer to in this one. Thanks for the comment, Kelly. :)

[DIVYA]

Your words create pictures of a Café open always, warm and welcoming those who stop by or return for a while. A place full of old friends, inspiring always. We change, we grow, we move on yet our place here seems secure for good. Loved this poem!

[Relic]

Thank you very much, Divya. :)

[softlyfall]

So happily true...I tend to wander, then get lost, then find my way back
This is a place where you can find not only acceptance but really excellent literature
Poetry sharing is sometimes very close to soul sharing. You leave a piece behind and take a piece with you so, like Frederick said, no way to part permanently.

[Relic]

Yes, well said. And thank you for the comment. :)

[redd Brick Keshner]

Nouns that won't be pruned and verbs that won't be mowed still litter the lawn and on the block that has been allotted still I roam. As you have aptly articulated, back and away again; there is no way to part permanently from the Muse or the community. The song of our soul.

[Relic]

Thank you for offering your take on this, Frederick. :)

[redd Brick Keshner]

It is all that I have, my take and hopefully worth the sharing. Cheers, Freds.

[Miss Sharon]

(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.) I'm still pruning and mowing...for now. ~Sharon

[Relic]

I've been doing it for years. :) Thank you for your comment, Miss Sharon.

[Tate Morgan]

So glad to see that you put your picture up.

[Relic]

Thank you, Tate. :)

[willweb]

I have just recently snuck back in and your poem really hits me right in the heart. I remember those ladies and many, many more. I made some wonderful friends here and though I don't see many of them around anymore, none I can assure have been forgotten. You included. Thank you for sharing this.

[Relic]

I appreciate your thoughts, Willweb. Thank you.

[Sheila Kline]

Yep, we still check in to see what's happening on the writing neighborhood block even after being away for a too long period of time! I'm just seeing this though I've been here every once in a while, to perhaps change a poem from viewed to unviewed as I post on my YouTube channel, but the status still brings me here.
My years of posting on Writer's Cafe shall not be forgotten, nor the friends I've made on this site!
You are to be thanked for remembering us! I've enjoyed your explanations of who we are, why we are here, and even why some have left!
THANK YOU!!

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Sheila. I appreciate your comment. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

Dear Relic!! fantastic write ...gave my goosebumps ... picture could not be better .. me Da told me when I was a teen the we can never really "go back" ... the old hood changes and we change .. but you have captured something we have here at the Cafe' with beauty, reminiscence and community .. i am just coming back myself ... the first "break" i have taken from the Cafe' for over a decade ... you have written a timeless piece says i ... one we can all relate to and cherish ... luv and joy
E.

[Relic]

Thank you, Einstein. It's good to see you back.

[Einstein Noodle]

glad to be back .. thank you .. this is a wonderful poem .. it feels like home ... one we can always return to .. well done sir!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Relic… this brought tears as I look back… with growing pains… I love the tree-lined block “Metaphor”. Reminds me of where I grew up in Maryland, USA tenderly, Pat

[Relic]

Thank you for your wonderful comment, Pat. 😀