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Tightly Grasps His Soul

He that walks most tall amongst men
amongst men has the furthest to fall,
when in ancient times in yonder Scar Ghyll
brazen stood the hanging tree
without redundancy.
The morning had not yet spoken
waits upon sunrise, natures trill,
only one man there stands broken
facing the north wind’s icy chill,
a storm cloud rolls in
the preacher reads the last rites
talks of redemption
this illusion stabs the mind
the noose tightly grasps his soul.

© Harry J Horsman 2018

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Jay Moore

Date: 10/25/2018 3:49:00 PM

You took me there on this one! Excellent

Anil Deo

Date: 10/16/2018 8:39:00 AM

Yes, sometimes "this illusion stabs" us. Non-theist LORD Buddha spoke of the VOID, like ZERO, which seems nothing, yet intimates infinity. We are infinite, but not in ways the human faculties grasp ... yet! Eastern yin-yang allows death (even gallows) to coexist & inform life. Mortality makes life prevcious, with /without immortality. shalom, shalom for giving me my morning meditation today 10.16.2018. Let's FORGIVE ever

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/13/2018 3:47:00 PM

Just stopping by to say hi to you, Harry. thanks for your comment. I have missed nearly three days here. SOme problems but all mostly resolved now!

Maria Williams

Date: 5/2/2018 5:12:00 AM

Wow what an ending , I can see why it ended in the Winners Circle. Brilliant write Harry....Maria

Eve Roper

Date: 5/1/2018 7:54:00 PM

Harry, congratulations on your placement enjoyed reading..Hugs Eve ~`*

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/29/2018 5:34:00 PM

Love reviewing some of the winners and seeing your name there. Congrats, my friend.

Jean Murray

Date: 4/29/2018 11:37:00 AM

Poor fellow.You have us standing gaping Harry. congratulations on your placement.

Constance La France

Date: 4/29/2018 10:56:00 AM

Harry, congratulations on your placement in my contest. I really like how you connected all the forms to create one poem, and your theme held me till that last line, well done !

James Inman

Date: 4/29/2018 9:05:00 AM

Harry, it gives the feel of a western movie, dark and unforgiving. You capture the reader in your first two lines.

Line Gauthier

Date: 4/29/2018 7:39:00 AM

Lovely dark poem, Harry. Congrats on your well deserved win.

Susan Gentry

Date: 4/29/2018 3:20:00 AM

Congratulations on your win! An intense poem of dark emotion using the 4 forms for the contest. Excellent!

Viv Wigley

Date: 4/29/2018 2:54:00 AM

Excellent, Harry, suitably dark and chilling, and so well put together. Good luck in the contest. Regards, Viv

Susan Ashley

Date: 4/25/2018 1:35:00 PM

Wow! Harry, an intense poem of stirring content and emotion expressed in smooth fluidity between the poetry forms required. A beautiful and masterful write.. Best wishes for a win!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/23/2018 5:35:00 PM

oh wow, THIS one has a stunning ending. That noose at the end. YIKES. Sure did enjoy it and how you made it all flow together like one poetry form. Maybe I should have done that way!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 4/23/2018 2:55:00 PM

- A beautiful description, Harry - Love to read - GL in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/23/2018 12:54:00 PM

well-knit, this remarkable poem, harry!... huggs

Pashang Salehi

Date: 4/21/2018 8:14:00 PM

"The morning had not yet spoken waits upon sunrise"....there is no problem in our lives that can defeat the sunrise and its gentle breeze in the morning, even a rope tightly grasping our souls. No doubt a winner...