Johnny’s flat is empty | Digital pencil and gouache©️Lesley Scoble
This image is a poem:
Johnny’s flat is empty, 		 
I went by it yesterday.			
I did not know he had left—		
and gone so far away.	
		
I saw through the window,		
The flat laid stark and bare—	
Johnny’s flat was empty,
There was nothing left in there.

A painter with a paint pot
was painting it in white,
I’d known poor Johnny was unwell,
but had hoped he’d be all right.

I’ll miss my old friend Johnny,
and the times when we would chat,
I wonder where he’s resting now—
and whats happened to his cat…


Lesley Scoble, January 2025
Johnny’s Flat is Empty | Square poem©️Lesley Scoble



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28 responses to “Johnny’s Flat is Empty: a square poem”

  1. I like the poem, but I thought that you were linking to Becky’s Squares challenge. To do that, you would only need to convert your photo to a square.

    https://thesquaresofb.com/2025/01/25/geometric-gallery-2/

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    1. Hi Jo! Thank you for your comment. I didn’t know about Becky’s Squares challenge. I’ll check it out. Thank you🙏🤗

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  2. Sublimely describe Lesley … 📘📃😍

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    1. Thank you, Ivor! 🙏☺️💕

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      1. You’re welcome Lesley 😊

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  3. Ahw this is so sad. And relatable. I’ve had experiences where people have passed away and I’ve wondered what happened to their pets.😢

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    1. When the Christmas card stops coming from lifelong friends who never miss… is another great sadness I feel.

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  4. I hope someone is loving on the cat. I think that customers who I don’t see for a long time, I hope they are okay.

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    1. They leave an empty space. 🤗

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  5. I had a neighbor who died of AIDs back in the day. Everyone in the building would help him out, walk with him when he was able, but when he died his family was so ashamed they didn’t even tell us and just spirited away his body and cleaned out his apartment. This poem really reminded me of how hard that was; I have a big empty space there still. (K)

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    1. It’s painful. The not saying goodbye. Sending you big hugs, Kerfe.

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      1. Thanks Lesley, it is.

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  6. Touching share, beautifully crafted. Thank you for sharing, Lesley. 🕊️

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    1. Thank you so much, Michele. You are so kind. 🤗💕

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  7. Oh my, this is simple and straightforward, but with a very complex undercurrent. Bravo.

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    1. Thank you so very much, Kim. 🙏🩷

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  8. Lesley, your poem feels poignant and reflective. To me, it perfectly conveys the quiet sorrow of loss and the unanswered questions that linger afterward.

    Much love,
    David

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    1. 🩷🩷🩷 Thank you, David. 🤗

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  9. Ravishing poem, Lesley! It has a whimsical touch to it and it leaves the reader with a feeling of bittersweet satisfaction.

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    1. Thank you so much, Tia 🙏

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  10. A very moving poem.

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    1. 💕Thank you, Sadje 💕

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      1. You’re welcome ☺️

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  11. hi, Lesley 😃

    just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the amazing Jaideep Khanduja, is now live:

    W3 Prompt #144: Wea’ve Written Weekly

    Enjoy❣️

    Much love,
    David

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    1. Thank you, David 🙏😊

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