Poem: ‘The Return’

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She was sat
on the old porch, a piece
of me I’d left
behind
in some spring
long ago. I knew it
in an instant, as
soon as she looked up—
our minds dovetailing as if
nothing had happened
in those draining,
intervening years. A part
of me wanted
to leave,
to move on and deny
what my heart was insisting, but
the spark was still there,
some sweet, indefinable
thing.

She tapped
the space beside her and
I sat down
on the creaking pinewood. The air was
still,
a low September sun
buttering the track
in front of us
and the turning trees
all around us
and the pale skin
of her arms, her legs,
and that gentle,
dappled face.

“Do you remember
when we were spring?”

I nodded, watching
her lips break
into that dimpled smile. In
her eyes I saw again
the boats
and the blossom,
like promises, journeys
only taken in our minds

poem © copyright Francis Barker 2012

36 comments

  1. journeyintopoetry · September 8, 2012

    Beautiful as ever!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Susan L Daniels · September 8, 2012

    David, I love this. Do you remember when we were spring? So sweet, looking at spring from September.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. brian miller · September 8, 2012

    this is tender and beautiful…love it…esp from when she asks you the question about being spring and on….great response sir

    Liked by 1 person

  4. claudia · September 8, 2012

    wow..what an encounter…love the lips breaking into that dimpled smile…can really see it…do you remember when we were spring…tightly penned emotions…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Louise · September 8, 2012

    Beautiful…I love the imagery in this & “like promises, journeys
    only taken in our minds” …captures the feelings of nostalgia so well .. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Lori McClure (@lorimcspeaks) · September 8, 2012

    Such sadness and longing. You did a nice job of weaving that sense of loss throughout, that struggle in the leaving of a piece of yourself behind.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Playamart - Zeebra Designs · September 8, 2012

    oooooh! i liked this a lot! thanks so much for sharing your poetry with all of us! don’t ever stop! z

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Sabio Lantz · September 8, 2012

    Fun flow — unhindered. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  9. lscotthoughts · September 8, 2012

    A beautiful ode with lovely metaphors and imagery , David (our universes must have been parallel)! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  10. lscotthoughts · September 8, 2012

    I forgot to mention one of my favorite phrases…”a low September sun buttering the track in front of us” wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

  11. John (@bookdreamer) · September 8, 2012

    Taps into the reflective energy of autumn

    Liked by 1 person

  12. ManicDdaily · September 8, 2012

    Sweet gentle poem – I love the sun buttering the track. k.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Poet Laundry · September 8, 2012

    Really enjoyed the graceful flow of this piece and the imagery of:

    a low September sun
    buttering the track
    in front of us
    and the turning trees
    all around us

    Beautiful write.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. shewritesherenow · September 9, 2012

    our minds dovetailing as if
    nothing had happened
    in those draining,
    intervening years.

    Bravo! Simply stunning.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Betty Hayes Albright · September 9, 2012

    David, I love this – it’s one I can relate to: The autumn of where we find ourselves now. (How fast the years flew by….) And that spark of spring that still shines in our eyes and memories, of a love from long ago.

    And I love your imagery – the

    “…low September sun
    buttering the track
    in front of us”

    is delightful!!

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Mohana · September 9, 2012

    beautifully so, of love and the memories left. loved, loved this one!!

    Liked by 1 person

  17. davidlandgrebe · September 9, 2012

    Great Poem David, I enjoyed it very much.
    David. L

    Liked by 1 person

  18. dfb · September 9, 2012

    Thank you so much Betty!

    Liked by 1 person

  19. dfb · September 9, 2012

    Thank you very much Lauren!

    Liked by 1 person

  20. David King · September 9, 2012

    This is simply wonderful in its sentiment and feel.

    Liked by 1 person

  21. hypercryptical · September 9, 2012

    Truly beautifully gentle.

    Anna o]

    Liked by 1 person

  22. Wendell A. Brown · September 9, 2012

    Beautiful words, that bring to life a wonderful moment again….your discription is vivid and vibrant…excellent poem my brother…a joy to read!

    Liked by 1 person

  23. Laurie Kolp · September 9, 2012

    Great metaphor of a relationship as seasons.

    I love the air as “a low September sun
    buttering the track
    in front of us”

    Liked by 1 person

  24. Victoria C. Slotto · September 9, 2012

    This is absolutely charged with nostalgia. In this autumn season of life I often question the “what ifs’?” Loved it.

    Liked by 1 person

  25. Mama Zen · September 10, 2012

    Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  26. Three Well Beings · September 10, 2012

    “a low September sun buttering the track in front of us”–I loved this line! So moving and lovely. Debra

    Liked by 1 person

  27. Soma Mukherjee · September 10, 2012

    oh it is so beautiful and stunning David ..remembering the springs and some falls…

    Like

  28. dfb · September 10, 2012

    Thank you so much Soma! The tweet as well!

    Liked by 1 person

  29. Francina · September 11, 2012

    very very beautiful, David! I love it!
    Caio, Francina

    Liked by 1 person

  30. granbee · September 12, 2012

    Such special treasures are friends who greet autumn with us just as warmly as they exuberantly danced in the meadows of our springtimes with us.

    Liked by 1 person

  31. Ina · September 14, 2012

    Hi David, sorry to be so late with my comment, I love this poem and the idea that goes with it.

    Liked by 1 person

  32. bardessdmdenton · September 14, 2012

    We can’t go back … but, then, we can, a little. And you have expressed that so simply and poignantly.

    “Do you remember
    when we were spring?”

    Beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  33. Barbara Bamber | justasmidgen · September 16, 2012

    This is so lovely.. I reposted on twitter so others could read.. just so touching!!

    Liked by 1 person

  34. dfb · September 16, 2012

    Thank you Barbara – you’re very kind!

    Liked by 1 person

  35. Operation X · October 5

    You write such inspirational poetry!

    Like

  36. Leofwine Tanner · October 5

    Thanks

    Liked by 1 person

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