Homecoming
All rivers led away from home, each highway, path and plane,
but little did I know that I would be led back again.
Memories pressed upon the page like flowers in a book.
Every story, every poem records a backwards look.
The prompt by dVerse Poets is to write a poem based on this amazing painting by Lee Madgwick. See her other paintings here: leemadgwick.co.uk.
See other poems written to this promt HERE.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
It’s a beautiful poem Judy.
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Memories pressed upon the page like flowers in a book.
This is such a great line, Judy! Well done.
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Thanks, Dwight. A bit shorter than most of my poems!
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You are welcome. I prefer short to long poems! Well done.
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Judy, I like the longing in this piece. We are drawn to those memories as they recede, but we can never really go back but the heart longs at moments, the further we are carried along the river of life.
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It is just ironic that I have always been drawn to other places and other people yet when I write, invariably it is about my first 18 years and the place where I lived at that time.
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So wistful!
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As ever, a masterclass in rhyme. You never seem to force it, it just flows perfectly. I like the push and pull back here.
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Thanks, Sarah. I think rhyme is like a foreign language. The more you use it, the easier it comes.
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Beautifully done, Judy
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Thanks, Derrick.
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The circular nature of time. Lovely.
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Some things will always be there, won’t they, even if only in memory.
–Fireblossom
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Exactly…and I think I have more of an appreciation for them now than I did then. Maybe that is the way with most of us?
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I love how you tied the image into the poem about the memories… it is perfect
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Thanks, Björn. Short and sweet.
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Beautifully expressed. Love the backward look – we are always tied to a home.
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Thanks, Grace. My hometown still has a town reunion every 5 years. I’ve gone to almost all of them, many times being the one who has traveled from furthest away to be there.
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I adore the lead in line and always love a slant or near rhyme.
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Funny, Margaret…but I tend to hear again as either “agin” or “uh-gane” according to what I’m rhyming it with, not thinking of it being slant either time. I’m a wishy-washy poet!!!!!
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A fascinating image and the poem does it justice. I also like the line comparing memories to pressed flowers on the page. Not all memories are quite as lovely as blossoms, but maybe the hurst fade as do the petals.
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I think you are right..Even pain is romanticized in time.
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Bravo!!! Luv that you chose to rhyme. Nice one.
Much💛love
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Great last line. Indeed!
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