2.05.2011

backtrack

let's go back
to that back porch
evening back yard
in the dim street light
i'll look at you
no looking back

take back
the cringeful moments
with apologies
now i don't remember why
only that they were
back then


give you back
your prodigious smile
glinty eyes
wiry confident stride
take your percussive hands
love you back

i want back
the pines at the lake
to be queen of your rowboat
meander to the center
stop still holler
we'll never come back

take me back.

21 comments:

  1. "i want back
    the pines at the lake
    to be queen of your rowboat"
    sigh...so good.

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  2. This is so perfect. The plea is natural.

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  3. aw, thanks. i like it, too.
    part of this poem was inspired by steve forbert's songs, got to see him live on friday night.

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  4. "glinty eyes
    wiry confident stride
    take your percussive hands"

    Great imagery. I like your blog a lot.

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  5. lovely emotions.

    beautifully expressed,
    Thanks for sharing.

    A++

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  6. I had fun reading so I go back and reread twice :)

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  7. There's just something about the way you use words... Your writing has an aura. That I adore.

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  8. aw, shucks and thank you. you can stay.
    eric alder, get that rowboat ready!

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  9. All aboard! Watch your step!

    (Are you going to chant "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!" for me?)

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  10. that Billy Squier song, maybe? ;)

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  11. fabulous, so real, i can feel your feelings.

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  12. aw, then you are feeling all melancholy. sorry about that.

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  13. simply awesome!

    hope you soon fly back to restart again. fantastic.

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  14. hope you fly back and read some more. thanks a ton.

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