Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

The Deepest Dwell

It has been one hell of a year for him,
so much denial
when propelled into the future
being he was forewarned as a youth,
‘it’s no fun becoming old’ by those
he would mimic as clowns
and now he, bemused while
floating within the mire of his misunderstanding.
There are reasons he is told,
although unsure he wants to know
when with one hand to grasp
at the life he once held,
the other besieged with tenacious pain
thrust into the unknown,
soon accompanied with his mind
to be totally immersed.

© Harry J Horsman 2017

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Robert Lindley September 10, 2017 at 7:55 AM Feeling me age in me bones my friend. I had to come back to read this fine and very special one my friend. I never made fun of the old, in fact, I gave far greater respect to them. All with the foolish youthful vow to myself never live past 30! Now 33 years past, and feeling aches in me bones--I grave another 33 years!

Robert Lindley August 13, 2017 at 5:52 PM Superb poetry my friend , on such a deep and mysterious subject, life, death and aging. I ride in that boat with you my friend.. Had no clue when reaching this stage that so much would have already been lost. Kinda sucks but the alternative does not look too promising either. lol ADDING TO MY FAV LIST..

John Fleming August 13, 2017 at 5:28 AM Reminds of the sentiment expressed by one of W. B. Yeats last poems: An Acre Of Grass. "Forgotten else by mankind, An old man's eagle mind. I can empathize with your poem somewhat, Harry. Just hang in there, old lad - And keep on swinging! :) I have enjoyed my tour through some of your poems today, Harry--Till the next time - Cheers! :) john

John Loving Iii June 20, 2017 at 7:39 PM At my age and health I find myself with many things to add to this. But I have to admit things are better since I cut out most of the smoking.

Scott Thirtyseven February 25, 2017 at 6:44 AM Sounds scary mate, I keep hoping that there will be a consolation prize. Please tell me there is a consolation prize.

Seosamh De Burca February 7, 2017 at 1:20 PM I can relate to this poem, the circle of life. I agree with the comment below a great poem.

Carolyn Devonshire January 28, 2017 at 12:21 PM Your beautifully written poem hits home for me, Harry. Through illness I am having to give up so many of the things that made life enjoyable. When I was young, I never would have believed this could happen. A favorite poem for me! Hugs, Carolyn

Judy Ball January 26, 2017 at 6:13 PM Great job here Harry. I think we can all relate to this. God Bless and a 7 from me. JB

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 26, 2017 at 6:33 AM Ohy my!!! I can feel and at somehow I could relate... but anyhow it's very expressive.. Glad to have a visit on your page again.. :) smiles, Olive Eloisa :)

Paul Callus January 25, 2017 at 7:37 AM A well expressed situation to which I can certainly relate, Harry! Pleased to see you back in action. Regards // paul

Joseph May January 25, 2017 at 6:47 AM Seniors should be respected, a powerful write Harry...A7 ..

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl January 25, 2017 at 5:28 AM the grasp of the one hand at the life once held must hang on harry xx

Demetrios Trifiatis January 25, 2017 at 3:07 AM Poignant but beautiful dear, Harry. You gave us food for thought!

Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2017 at 6:54 PM Sad one and one that many of us are coming to relate to all too well. Great job, my friend. It is lovely seeing a new one of yours up here.

Anne-Lise Andresen January 24, 2017 at 1:21 PM - Sad but the truth, Harry - You have created an image I know very well - Wonderful written - (Nice to see you :)- hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Maurice Yvonne January 24, 2017 at 12:31 PM Wow! This is really good Harry! I love it...definitely a seven!