Harry Horsman Poet Blank verse

Inattentive Blanks

When one reaches the heady heights of longevity
frail as in wear and tear physical agility,
a license to look upon each imminent birthday
celebrated by all in sundry but one’s bemused self,
as a reminder of the ultimate arbiter, time
soon to come a calling with his rigid agenda.
With every sunrise this perpetual antagonist
whom delves in give and take creates the perfect diagnosis,
when he allows one a moment to dwell in years of their youth
then a fraction of an anomaly, forgotten one’s name.

© Harry J Horsman  2016

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Richard Lamoureux June 11, 2016 at 8:28 AM You have a way of expressing the unknown with clarity.

Bl Devnath June 4, 2016 at 10:50 PM Excellent writing as always my lovely friend. It's a living philosophy of life, beautifully expressed. Very deeply rooted. Loved always, bl

Sara Kendrick June 4, 2016 at 8:51 AM Enjoyed reading your work.."When one reaches the heady heights of longevity frail as in wear and tear physical agility,"...My father at age 95 told my mother if we keep on livin' we will be so weak that we can't even swallow our food..Great poem..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Daver Austin June 3, 2016 at 11:04 AM I haven't gotten that bad yet - to forget my name - but dwelling on years of my youth is a daily fantasy. Little pains in the morning - each in a different place - reminds me of the ultimate arbiter. Really enjoyed. Love, daver

Red Fiery June 3, 2016 at 2:37 AM Harry, you are an asset to poetry soup...I see so much of clarity and expression in your poetry..Your friend and a reader is impressed !!!!!!!!!!!!! Hugs ~ Red~

Cecilia Macfarlane June 1, 2016 at 11:47 AM Excellent poem Harry. I had a resident of mine turn 100 last week and her mind is strong and witty, I'm sure you'll be the same : ) Hugs

Scott Thirtyseven June 1, 2016 at 7:48 AM Time is not our friend, for sure. But I like your little added dimension there at the end. Nice words.

Poet Destroyer A May 31, 2016 at 3:03 AM Harry, I to have forgotten ones name, this is a great and epic read... I'm always pleased when I stop by... a forever fan... Linda

Seosamh De Burca May 25, 2016 at 4:44 PM Great write, love the reflection on then and now.

Ravi Sathasivam May 23, 2016 at 11:11 PM Excellent. A powerful write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.

Kelli White May 22, 2016 at 9:24 AM Very powerful and meaningful poem

Becca Teagan May 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM This is a great poem for the theme, Harry, well done.

Andrea Dietrich May 21, 2016 at 6:12 PM OH MY, you sure did do a GREAT job with the subject matter of this one, Harry. This is deep writing and GOOD work. You have the wisdom of age to write with this depth.

Judy Ball May 21, 2016 at 3:48 PM Doesn't read like you drew a blank. I just told a friend this morning that at this age every morning you wake up is a bonus. We spend time every now and then remembering things from our youth. Sometimes you feel a deep sense of loss and regret and sometimes you laugh. Life is like the changes of the seasons. Each beautiful and exciting in it's own way. Wonderful piece my friend. A seven from me. God Bless, JB

Eileen Manassian May 21, 2016 at 3:36 PM Harry....this is such a powerful write. I want you to know...that even those not yet at those heights...those who suffer deeply...have pondered the same things. I've had my thoughts about that arbiter myself. I wish you every good thing, dear.