John Pitman

On hearing the news
of John Pitman’s passing.
I mull over memories,
decayed and neglected.
He’s a brushstroke,
an impression –
when reanimated.
A humorous king
of the witty aside.
A painter in film.
A seeker of truth.
A reveller in nuance,
with a soft drawling voice.
And I know there’s more,
much more, to the man.
But all that I have
are these small
shiny fragments.
These remnants
and remains.
These rich
remember when’s.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: