Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

Road Rage Revisit Manurewa New Zealand

Memories of him are still there upon Weymouth Road
his sullen white cross nailed to the old Kauri
symbolize by countless layers of uncaring street wise graffiti,
while burdensome scars revealed by heavy metal grow faint
and the old Rose i placed withered and faded
in the over grown yet still blood stained grass,
a monument still there for the few of us
those that cared those with lives full of guilt
'when you mate ran out of life number nine!'

© Harry J Horsman 2013

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Yanny Widjanarko January 21, 2013 at 8:32 AM Congrats on your win Harry, wishing you a wonderful day :D - huug, yanny

Ralph Taylor January 20, 2013 at 6:08 PM Congrats on your win, Harry - Ralph

Christopher Bunton January 20, 2013 at 1:34 PM Congratulations on your win!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl January 20, 2013 at 11:24 AM Congratulations harry with this extremely sad work you did it so well xx

Poet Destroyer A January 20, 2013 at 10:08 AM Harry , :-) CONGRATULATIONS on a poem well done. Nice nice nine lines in Tracie's :-) " #9 " awesome contest... love always ~PD

Len Gasun January 20, 2013 at 9:21 AM Congratulations on your big win my dear friend, Harry! love/hugs, Leonora

Poet Destroyer A January 20, 2013 at 8:56 AM Good verse Harry, makes me wonder about the guilt.... interesting....pd

Demetrios Trifiatis January 18, 2013 at 6:26 AM One has to be through that to truly appreciate the depth of feeling and the emptiness we sense when someone goes. Excellent because so true! Thank you for sharing.

Andrea Dietrich January 17, 2013 at 11:39 PM your take on the NINE theme was very interesting and original. The poem makes me want to know more on this subject! It was great to see two new posts from you today, Harry.

Lucilla Carrillo January 17, 2013 at 8:12 PM What a poem you penned here. It is sad, but it happens. Here When someone dies in an accident, They always put up a cross in the place the person died. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl January 17, 2013 at 5:11 AM I have read this a couple of times now and I am gonna read it again..........it is such a heartfelt piece harry, it really feels that way to me......xx

Toquyen Harrell January 17, 2013 at 5:04 AM I have a feeling this is a true story. Would love to hear the story behind the cross that was placed. Awesome write, Harry. Love ya, Toquyen

Terry O'Leary January 17, 2013 at 4:56 AM Superb, Harry... I really like this... Terry

Thvia Shetley January 17, 2013 at 4:28 AM I love this but I sure hope it's fiction for the contest. My favorite lines are 3 and 4, you just know how to effectively conjure up the images!