Tribute To Harry Horsman
Written: June 26, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Poetry Quote:"‘I am your friend, at this hour you
needed me, here is my hand, I hold out to you
With my undying friendship, I offer you sanctuary.’" By Harry Horsman
The moonlight darkens, silver stain.
“Nature’s Worst” is around the rain.
Mist remembers your “Thwarted” breath.
Gentle melodies of love and death.
The blue sky of “Woopa Bank” makes you sing.
Grey haze curls and clings to the wing.
Passion is thinning. But it did not die.
Your words still drift up in the sky.
Wild gusts blew, and the canvas ripped.
“Season’s End” left souls stripped.
But in the storm, I heard your voice.
A truth pulse through anguish choice.
You predicted the century's snare,
"Century-Twenty Two", the world never cares.
And yet, your lines resisted decay.
They lit the dark, they warned the way.
"Living To Die" in the "Cemetery" near,
Could not silence what we hear.
Your scrolls of praise, your final tone,
Allow us to feel less alone.
"Harry Horsman", poet, heart of mist,
Your "Metamorphosis" requiem persists.
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