The Loner

Chronicles of a long Distant Race

I arrive amidst all the chatter and confusion
that seems to haunt all pre-race activities,
friend greeting friend,
club member greets fellow member,
New shoes, shorts and shirts being shown emulously.
Profusions of Vaseline used in all those little places,
stretches of an overweening nature giving one an
overawed feeling of inferiority,
warm up laps being produced at a frightening pace
conveying to this novice the very thoughts they are suppose to!
Tannoy system then bursts into action signifying the
end of the disorganized bustle, thus signaling the creation
of the organized hustle.
“Favourites to the front, others to the rear,”
Mr. Starter then proceeds to give a small sermon to all,
on sportsmanship.
The pistol then snarls, the jostle begins, one thousand souls
are manoeuvred on their fervid way, each striving violently
to become at peace with one's inner self.
Still jovial the chatter remains at fever pitch,
only time will subside its fervour.
I, trying to focus in my mind any subject at will, if only to
ease the pain of this competitive array.
Step by step the miles begin to abate, this, only reminding the
body of what already has been achieved,
leaving one searching the brain for even more constructive
reasoning for progression.
Then through eyes glazed by abundance of moisture I see the
eternal finishing line,
with throngs of folk waiting proudly to caress to share to
question,
I finish amid scenes of wild excitement breaking out all
around me,
although I have an inner satisfaction of achievement I still feel
like a stranger here, in this a carnival atmosphere,
for a moment I nearly forget,
that no one is here to share, my glory my burden,
that I am what I am.
The loner!

© Harry J Horsman  2012
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Devnath  Avatar
January 9, 2012 at 11:04 PM
Congratulation again on your win, my friend. Loved and enjoyed your nice one. bl
Dietrich Avatar
January 9, 2012 at 9:35 PM
you know, I am so sure I read and commented on this before and yet I don't see my comment here. Congrats on your awesome win, my fellow loner!!
Brown Avatar
January 9, 2012 at 6:43 AM
Congratulations on you win in Debbie Guzzi's contest Harry. Love, Carol
Onclaud Avatar
January 9, 2012 at 12:48 AM
congrats on your fine win, harry... another one of your poetic gems! :) huggs!
Quigley Avatar
January 8, 2012 at 10:37 PM
Well done Harry. Congratulations on your win
Sweetheart Avatar
January 8, 2012 at 8:22 PM
CONGRATS HARRY ON A WONDERFUL WIN FOR THIS GRAND STORY SO INTRIGUING MY FRIEND.. LUV..
Kapoor Avatar
January 6, 2012 at 9:02 AM
Excellent write my friend. Being a loner is curse and a boon as well. For writer it is a boon and for a person it would be a curse at the same time. Your Poem narrates this struggle quite nicely and thanks for your precious comments on my Poem ‘The Memories of a dancing Peacock’. Love and best wishes always...Ravindra... harry horsman
Nutter Avatar
January 5, 2012 at 6:38 AM
Excellent write about a distance runner. Thank you for commenting on "Addiction"
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January 4, 2012 at 7:49 PM
there's something profoundly touching about this piece Harry, is it a secret? I found it fascinating. thank you for stopping by and your kind comments, a few of it were the sweetest things anyone ever said to me. I'm touched ~.~
Fiery Avatar
January 4, 2012 at 11:08 AM
poets are always lonely, its hard to understand our emotions...we are loner, insomniac, some people who I know thinks that I have poetry addiction...its a wonderful pleasure [ if someone has]...ur wrds made me feel so many things at the same time,,,and i can understand that i am nt the only one like this ,,,,cheeers to this brilliant wrk...REd
Dietrich Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 10:15 PM
Join the crowd, Harry. I too am a loner and I enjoyed this one. You gave it lots of description. WAs it for Deb's contest.I have to get cracking. that one is filling up fast!!
Devnath  Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 10:33 AM
Wonderfully touched about the loner. You have pointed one thing that ....."that I am...am", Yes, I agree. Hugs, bl
Andresen Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 5:16 AM
I have to say "MR.Harry" ...you are a brilliant ....always suprise me. oxox love Anne-Lise
Northeast Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 4:51 AM
oh yes a loner that does ring a lonely bell amidst the noisy array- well done Harrty, Brenda, : )
Onclaud Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 4:43 AM
i like the poetic point where logic meets emotion, harry... is winning lonely??.. perhaps; a reflective piece.. winning wishes! ;) huggs
Smith Avatar
January 3, 2012 at 4:43 AM
Your poem of a race is a well written metaphor on life. One starts alone and certainly ends alone, whether a 'loner' or not. One difference; in life, the goal is to cross the finish line last.
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