Alone

As time rolls on by
a dream, the same dream
of our life together,
alas always about the memory
as light as a feather
in Technicolour
at one’s tether,
that makes life tough
like a flower of love
alone in an acre of corn.

© Harry j Horsman 2012

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Bukang Liwayway

Date: 10/3/2012 9:52:00 AM

beautifully written poem friend Harry..thanks for sharing

Don Johnson

Date: 10/2/2012 4:03:00 PM

ah yes the dreams of yester-year, when life was young and sweet, the age demon shifts a gear, as homeward bound we creep, doth sneer:) bit queer, i'll belt the little creep:) re Harry Horsman "Alone" Don

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/1/2012 11:13:00 PM

Harry, this poem is wonderful. it cuts deep...but it a good alone feeling... good night... pd

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/1/2012 4:33:00 PM

Very expressive work..Enjoyed reading this eve..Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/1/2012 3:11:00 PM

Yes, I remember this beauty too. Well, can't wait to see you back here. I'm still not able to come to soup often. So I am at my job trying to catch up! HOpe you are having a great getaway. Luv, Andrea

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 10/1/2012 2:43:00 PM

A very special poem Harry, love it. oxox love Anne-Lise :)

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 10/1/2012 11:06:00 AM

sad but well expressed! Thanks for sharing and thank you for the comments on my poem. Caroline.

Ravi Sathasivam

Date: 9/30/2012 2:31:00 AM

Excellent. Very moving write. Ending is goo. Tfs

Bl Devnath

Date: 9/30/2012 1:35:00 AM

Just nature modifies the same thing again and again by giving next shapes physical or non physical. Nice philosophical poem, my sweet friend. Loved always, bl

Apoorva Patrikar

Date: 9/30/2012 12:55:00 AM

captivating words harry.. the last line is like whoa!

Tim Ryerson

Date: 9/29/2012 5:34:00 PM

Wow, Harry!...Beautiful poem about lost love...I can surely identify!...Last 2 lines knocked me out! - Tim

Jack Horne

Date: 9/29/2012 1:07:00 PM

wow, such a powerful ending, Harry. awesome write, my friend - Congrats on your wins : )

Linda Barr

Date: 9/28/2012 10:18:00 PM

Memories can be ugly things, especially when the hurt. Thank you for your comments on A Dirty Basement Room. Linda

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 9/27/2012 9:54:00 PM

A beautiful poem that came from the heart. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 9/27/2012 9:04:00 AM

MARVELOUS ANALOGIES HARRY LUV .. THE BEAUTY OF LOVE SHOWS BRIGHTLY AND ITS STRUGGLE AS A FLOWER ALONE IN CORN FIELD TO STAY STRONG AND GROW .. ENCOURAGING PIECE MY FRIEND ..

Vesna Kovrlija

Date: 9/27/2012 5:39:00 AM

So wonderful, so deep and unique!

Nette Onclaud

Date: 9/27/2012 4:23:00 AM

beautiful images and reflective mood,harry... they seem to flow together wonderfully and end in a subtle yet compelling way. wow!..:) huggs!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 9/27/2012 1:46:00 AM

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/26/2012 9:53:00 PM

I can so relate to this one, harry, and the last two lines are outstanding, which reminds me of the birthday card, which shows a lone person in a field. You open the card and it says "for someone who is Out standing in his field" Anyway, thanks for posting three new poems recently.loved them all.

Joy Wellington

Date: 9/26/2012 9:28:00 PM

Wow, this is not where I would like to be...alone. uniquely written Harry. Thanks for reading me. One love Joy Wells

Debra Squyres

Date: 9/26/2012 5:24:00 PM

Sometimes these feathered memories lift us to happier times, some time they send us diving into the depths of grief....but always leave myself feeling so alone...even in a crowd. Enjoyed your poem !! Thanks for dropping by my page..