Empty Chairs Poem by Howard Johnson
Empty Chairs
A large willow tree
Still budding
With small leaves
Taking in warmth
and the suns rays
Set back from the
Well traveled street
Narrow lane
leading to
A enchanted white house
Generously shaded
By that starting
Willow tree
Away from it all
Noise and fury
A table mostly white
Its age is shown
By the bleeding rust
Its companions
Too similar chairs
The severity of winter
has left its punishing touch
Their forms
rugged and sound
Years of resting
On that paved brick ground
On the top
A cloth
Of colors
Filled with streaking
Lavander, Crimson and white
On that cloth
For my thirst
A glass dew dripped,
Filled with ice and lemonade
In this beauty
there I sit
With an empty seat
Enjoying the gentleness
Of this place.
A beautiful write to me it seems that a sense of purity has been altered. I enjoyed the use of imagery and very lyrical -Osvaldo
i could actually picture what you were saying. well done.
Interesting format but, yes, very restful and nostalgic. Read mine - Forgotten Old Cabin - Adeline
Thanks for sharing, dear Howard Johnson. A poem of a gentle loneliness, a descent attitude, of enjoying the small and precious things and facts of life (it talks with my poem THE WINDOW) . Well structured, well done. I give it 9++. Joseph Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Int.Lib.Poetry awarded
God loves patient people. And He let me read this beautiful poem of yours after went through those brain-killing tests! Your poem makes my day beautiful! Thanks for offering
ur poem was very descriptive but i couldnt understand half of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It's really good! I give it a 10! ! -Panda