Silent Witness

Reality sowed
from the steel city to stone
out of memories
where an era in truth thrives,
lucid a mind driven pen.   

© Harry J Horsman 2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Widjanarko Avatar
April 28, 2013 at 6:54 PM
Great muse Harry loved the way you used your words simple but rich :) hug, Yanny
May Avatar
April 25, 2013 at 5:53 PM
great write Harry...best wishes
Manassian Avatar
April 25, 2013 at 5:35 AM
Hi Harry! Glad someone is enjoying some lucidity! :) I had to stop by and visit! Hugs!
Oyewole Avatar
April 24, 2013 at 6:51 AM
Beautiful piece and deep pen... Well done¬A.O
Devnath  Avatar
April 23, 2013 at 11:56 AM
Memories of construction and destruction comes out from mind through pen states the same as witness. Lovely done my sweet friend. Loved always, bl
Johnson Avatar
April 22, 2013 at 5:15 PM
Just wanted to stop by and say thanks for all your nice comments. Textured thoughts inside the ink. They make a person really think. Peace. :)
Dietrich Avatar
April 22, 2013 at 2:34 PM
the comments match my own thoughts. very profound indeed, Harry.
Kovrlija Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 2:10 PM
And again I read your deep and wise thoughts.
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 1:57 PM
and once again you delight xx
Anglesey Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 1:46 PM
Harrry, a very profound quality that resonates within the writer's depth all the way through to the end. You have packed so much into the short meaningful poem
Richards Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 1:28 PM
The melancholia is stunning and deeply felt. Wow...!
Andresen Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 12:13 PM
Beautifully .... and at the same a bit sad - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
A   Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 10:40 AM
Good afternoon Harry, a very sad feeling to witness and re-pass along the way... always~ Linda
Carrillo Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 8:58 AM
It is sad, but it happens. Sometimes - only memories are left of what used to be. Thanks for sharing..... Lucilla
Kendrick Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 7:08 AM
Very expressive and creative work..Enjoyed reading this one..Thanks for the visit..Your comments are always valuable..Sara
Nair Avatar
April 21, 2013 at 6:15 AM
Brief and brilliant, Harry, !! Jag
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