John Carter Brown


The empty chair


My eyes draw in the splendour,
There's beauty all around;
The gentle hush - The snowdrops
In both the sky and ground.

The seasonal returning
Of cold and crispy hoar;
The telling, by the hearthside,
Of ancient tales of lore.

The conifers still keeping
Their green, now skimmed with white;
The hibernating hedgehog
In his leafy nest, curled tight.

The children out a' playing,
Happy chatter on their sledge;
It seems a dozen seasons since
The Robin's chicks did fledge.

And still the snow comes trickling down
In mesmerising trails;
Six-sided flakes of frostiness,
Released from cloudy jails.

I sit and ponder all these things,
Then spy the empty chair;
And wish my darling friend was here -
These things, with me, to share.

(Written Jan 2013)

Submitted: Tuesday, February 05, 2013

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  • Rookie - 58 Points Susy Evelyne (10/23/2013 5:46:00 PM)

    A poignant and beautiful poem. The title foretells the sadness but you carry us through the beauty of winter first, so we almost forget - very skilfully written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 937 Points Smoky Hoss (3/18/2013 9:49:00 AM)

    John this is such a beautiful picture from life, the sense of wonder mingled with melancholy is perfectly blended with just the right words; excellent poem indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 218 Points Ruth Walters (2/5/2013 3:28:00 PM)

    Beautiful John, I share your sentiments for what is beauty without someone you love to share it with you. (Report) Reply

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