by Richard Vince
The candle flames are still
As though standing in respectful
Silence for an extinguished colleague.
I fear I have outstayed my
Welcome, but I will not head
For home just yet: I am
Stuck here with the memory
Of somewhere I stopped once
But was never welcome.
Over a decade on, I struggle to
Recall her face, of course; but it was
Not her face that really attracted me.
With her weary face and hands
Stained by freshly excavated
Vegetables, she looked as I felt:
Desperate to be elsewhere.
Somehow, though, I had escaped
From my prison. The walls had
Turned to paper through which
I tore, and I made for a distant
City, not even half remembered.
Incurably romantic teenage me
Wanted to take her with me, but was
Too shy to ask. All he could do was
Write a long forgotten poem and
Walk on alone, and less than
A quarter of a mile on, sigh and
Head for home.
Posted on 11/29/2009
Copyright © 2023 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by V. Blake on 11/29/09 at 09:42 PM|
"The candle flames are still / As though standing in respectful / Silence for an extinguished colleague." Amazing opening lines for a poem that never became anything less.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/29/09 at 09:59 PM|
ahh, I really love this. It is a real charmer.Lovely and refreshing are these words so easy on the mind to consume. Thank you for sharing your poetical moment in time- a very pleasant read indeed.
|Posted by Amy Niggel on 12/03/09 at 02:55 PM|
This made me smile today. Thank you for that.
|Posted by Anita Mac on 12/04/09 at 04:27 AM|
Wow... that's entirely how I'd picture you as a teenager.
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/06/09 at 02:43 PM|
Wow, did this one take me back to my own life on the farm and what I left behind. Thanks Vince for writing this just for me. Spooky! I am feeling John Denver, "Back Home Again", one of the few songs I saw his brilliance too about going back.
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/19/10 at 04:06 PM|
Hey, Richard, my friend! This is a lovely poem. Congratulations on POTD!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/19/10 at 07:16 PM|
I have come back to re-read several times. There is such compassion and empathy in this, it quite resonates. Thank you.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 04/22/10 at 12:17 PM|
I missed this one but it certainly is a great story and you put it on paper quite well.
|Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 02:05 PM|
I love this poem, each stanza feels like a stepping stone into a memory, images and details resonate in each one, though my fav stanza has to be the last, for it realizes and echoes the nostalgic feel throughout...well done, it deserves to be on the top rated list...kudos poet, peace, jewels