Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

Intrigue In the Post Office Queue

Happiness looks so natural upon you,
when your eloquent face beams forth
as you intricately attempt to converse
with everyone that surrounds you.
So many expressions tuning into your
wavelength, eyes, lips that surrender to
You’re every sound.
Oh! Yes retarded lady, how content you
look in your world of simplicity, even
though I know not your name, I do care
and share in your moments of triumph,
when each word is tactically manoeuvered
after ensnaring yourself, enabling
mentally my will to aid your predicament,
knowing I’ll feel a fulfillment with
every effort you make.
And yet I still sense some animosity
towards you, indifferent folk trying to
climb into their safe world of self-
righteousness, while your impending
oration, reverberates against the walls
for all to hear.

© Harry J Horsman  1989

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Andrea Dietrich January 2, 2013 at 11:37 AM Wow, I found another one new for me on this page six. it took some doing, but here it is, a character study of a woman that some might find annoying. I sure enjoy the way you get right in there and really LOOK into the person's soul, Harry. this is what makes a poet. That ability to describe things so well that we can see them, and to describe things and people that not everyone cares to know about, but everything around us makes up this life and has worth. Keep living your life to the fullest!

James Peranteau March 31, 2011 at 7:13 AM For sure, the poet will speak! Though a sum of us, quiver at such subject, in fear of reprisal, I personally think...(((((claps))))) for your enlightenment ! Great write dear poet ! much love, james

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 31, 2011 at 6:26 AM Uniquely powerful stance on this subject Harry luv.. amazing vocabulary used to convey a poignant message.. luv your impending oration, reverberates against the walls for all to hear.. extremely potent thoughts my friend.. a mind thinking piece luv..

Doris Culverhouse March 31, 2011 at 5:29 AM Interesting and heatfelt poem, too often we would not like to be bothered with the imperfects of this world. sad lot the human race.