The empty seat

Photo0383Here we sat in sunshine  and in cloud
Yet he’s gone and I forget his words
Enigmatic as a lonely clown

Here were daffodils but rarely crowds
His absence makes my being seem absurd
Where we sat in sunshine  and in cloud

With humour and with wit so well endowed
His  Whitby accent,  treasure to be heard
Enigmatic as a  gifted clown

The cat sat on his shoulders looking proud
At the garden table on old chairs
Where we ate in rain  and in dark cloud

A very private man whose mind allowed
Great kindness to his friends but never bared
Enigmatic as a  gifted clown

His most attractive quality was care
Yet he could suffer more than most could bear
Here he sat in sunshine  and in cloud
Enigmatic,curious and most kind

2 thoughts on “The empty seat

  1. that second line rings out the whole poem for me
    “Yet he’s gone and I forget his words”

    i do like the repetition of “siting in sunshine and in cloud”

    and the second stanza comes across as a warm memory type of feeling
    “Here were daffodils but rarely crowds
    His absence makes my being seem absurd”

    good remembrance poem.

    1. Thanks so much for mentioning the parts you like best.Yes,I found a photo of where we used to go and then I decided to write about he seat I have not sat on since he died.

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