Empty Chairs Poem by Howard Johnson

Empty Chairs

Rating: 3.9


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rayne Downe 05 June 2008

Very serene. Descriptions are good. Creativity bursts from all angles of this poem, there was a bit of a digression towards the end but that always helps the structure and the element of surprise.

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Jolenish Fiber 25 May 2008

jeesh, do you really need another comment! wow. very simple, good description with the 'bleeding rust' and such. serene.

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Shani Bogamuwa 24 May 2008

I'm not sure what it's about (pardon me and my slowness) but I love your poem when I read it I get a sense of memories and such beautiful description. It's like slowly zooming out from the tree leaves to the entire good transition Thank you for sharing you poem with me

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Original Unknown Girl 22 May 2008

Beautiful imagery here Howard. Really enjoyed. Your biog resonates too.. HG: -) xx

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Vidi Writes 15 May 2008

The tree, ever budding Variety of ways of sensing. From Birth, till end Becomes a cause for a blend. An endless pursuit To one, who has his thirst. Ever offering cocktail Even at the hour of sole. All it needs to bear Is that empty chair. Its all about that love Enjoyed, Thank you.

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Adeline Foster 11 June 2012

Interesting format but, yes, very restful and nostalgic. Read mine - Forgotten Old Cabin - Adeline

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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

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Hana K 22 September 2008

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

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Leah Dsouza 05 September 2008

your creativity shows even if u hide it.

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Ashley Guthrie 19 July 2008

ur poem was very descriptive but i couldnt understand half of it

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