Periodically, I read poems posted on a blog called Write Out Loud even now and then, post one or two myself.
Last week, one of my favourite contributors, David Moore posted a poignant poem which reminded me so much of my dad.
With his kind permission I am reprinting it here but if you’d like to hear David read it as well, go directly to the original posting by clicking this link for Write Out Loud.
The Empty Chair
The empty chair is unimpressed
its vacant care bereft, un-blessed,
with threadbare arms and scuffed footrest
in lonely sitting room, undressed.
It squats in rays of slatted light
unknowing of the day or night,
no to and fro of padding feet
it’s just a chair, so incomplete.
The chair is nothing now he’s gone
just something he once sat upon,
where soon there’ll be an empty space
for something else to take its place.
David Moore © 2019
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Thank you Frances I feel fortunate to have my scribble shared here, I hope it touches others also.
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Not many show they like something, but the amazing Harry Owen took the time to show he enjoyed your poem. https://rhinoanthology.wordpress.com/
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Reblogged this on Perth Words… exploring possibilities. and commented:
This deserves a reblog… one of my favourite contemporary poems doing exactly what it is supposed to do – make me feel!
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