Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

This Breath I'M a Taking

THIS BREATH I’M A TAKING

The whole wide world
awaits the sunrise
no one want to see the momentum end
maybe it’s for the last time
this old bluesman aught to know.
I’m finished howling at the moon
come on in babe sit down by me
listen to my melologic words
like the breeze rustling through the trees.
I’ll wrench at my guitar
cause it plays pretty like that
fits the wailin’
whilst the world is about to leave  
and it ain’t coming back.
Only I know I’m goin’ down fast
this breath I’m a takin' ain’t gonna last.

© Harry J Horsman 2016

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Joseph P. DiMino February 1, 2018 at 12:01 PM Ouch! Ain't that the truth. Every poem you write amazes me. Great stuff!

Maria Williams November 16, 2017 at 9:15 PM Great words for a song Harry. I love the melancholy strain . The last two lines are simply awesome ....Maria

Suzanne Delaney November 16, 2017 at 4:06 PM Dear Harry: So thrilled to see a new poem on your page. A beautiful mood just being together with the guitar strumming as the sun rises. Don't go down too fast. On the final strum of a song we always want more. Hugs, SuZ

Viv Wigley November 14, 2017 at 9:56 PM Great bluesy piece, Harry, gritty and raw. Good stuff. Regards, Viv

John Fleming November 14, 2017 at 1:48 PM I most sincerely do hope you are going to last Harry! This world needs its old "Bluesmen"...for who else is going to remind us of all the highs and lows that enrich and reinforce throughout our mundane lives -- Long live the "Bluesmen" say I!! My very best regards, Harry. :) john

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl November 14, 2017 at 2:41 AM your words and love of life will last forever no matter what xx

Connie Marcum Wong November 13, 2017 at 4:23 PM Great lyrics for a song Harry! Very well done! : )

Joseph May November 13, 2017 at 9:38 AM The guitar wails a sad melody...Very nicely written Harry

Becca Teagan November 13, 2017 at 7:59 AM Very melancholic poem, Harry, so beautifully expressed - puts me in an introspective mood.

Andrea Dietrich November 12, 2017 at 7:36 PM Oh Harry, this is sad, and it is like singing the blues with the wailing guitar. Lyrical and forlorn and wonderfully written. Thanks for putting up a new poem that I love so much.

Silent One November 12, 2017 at 11:12 AM The woes of life... Deep poem reflecting one approaching their end... Well wriiten Harry.

Ravi Sathasivam November 12, 2017 at 5:34 AM Excellent. Very thoughtful write. Thanks for sharing it.

Matthew Anish November 11, 2017 at 6:15 PM Do you play blues guitar or harmonica? I like this work. The blues will get us through. Yours Matthew Anish

Patricia Cresswell November 11, 2017 at 5:50 PM The world is leaving, a very thought provoking line the whole piece has me wondering. Ate these the final days of the bluesman or the earth or both. A final song so sing it sweet and low.

Chuck Melugin November 11, 2017 at 5:27 PM Harry...you old bluesman...you made me cry. Deep blues! My best to you.

Jack Horne November 11, 2017 at 2:44 PM thoughtful write indeed, my friend