Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

Wild Country

The opaque mist
hangs buoyant; taut,
a stubble veil infects
an ancient craggy face, 
and currents of blooming
heather lay nonchalant along 
the old Roman road.
Here I stand in retrospect
motionless as the frigid sun 
begins to blend, a place where
one should feel privileged
to negotiate the freezing wind,
this place surely in need of a friend
where tussock stand rigid still!
My footprint etched upon its soul
before each blade of grass
appears to acknowledge,
this confined partisan role.

 © Harry J Horsman 2020

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 15, 2020 at 2:54 PM Hello Harry Horseman, A very haunting tale. Enjoy your day my friend.

Andrea Dietrich April 23, 2020 at 8:27 PM thanks for all your marvelous recent comments to me too. I need to hurry and finish here and am still a day behind on my inbox comments. OY VEY!!!

Andrea Dietrich April 23, 2020 at 8:26 PM hey you should put this in the Wild contest, harry, I went and found a limerick i did for a contest of yours years ago. Where I had to use 5 W words. Do you recall doing that contest? I don't think I won but I don't know if it ever got judged. I threw it into wild contest. I might actually win with him finally. one never knows

Frances Byrne April 23, 2020 at 5:16 AM Hi Harry, That is so beautiful, almost haunting, look after yourself, Frances

Connie Marcum Wong April 23, 2020 at 1:27 AM You write equally well in every form you post Harry....now that takes talent and you have it in spades! I enjoyed this remarkable piece. Keep safe. xxoo

Wilma Neels April 19, 2020 at 12:49 AM Hello Harry, just dropping by to check up on you. Thank you for reading all my old ones (that's your favorites) I am doing good and how are you keeping up? How you been? Ps:enjoyed reading you again this morning

Lindsay Laurie April 17, 2020 at 7:18 PM Hello Harry … your verse reflects so much the high country in mid autumn with the rugged mountains and high grassy plains. Thank you Harry; your poem is great - Lindsay

JC Brul April 16, 2020 at 2:13 AM I couldn't help revisiting this beautiful gem.

Eileen Manassian April 16, 2020 at 1:56 AM Beautiful, Harry. loved this descriptive piece and the words you choose to create it. Thanks for your visit tio my latest poem. It was exaggerated for fun. Just felt inspired... that's all. Hugs

Evelyn Judy Buehler April 15, 2020 at 11:31 PM I love the imagery and title of this beautiful poem about a wild and beautiful place. Best of wishes. :=)

JC Brul April 15, 2020 at 6:32 PM Wonderful penning. I like this kind of poetry. Stay safe!

Richard Lamoureux April 15, 2020 at 9:12 AM Good morning. I enjoyed giving this another read. Thanks for your visit Harry.

Quoth Theraven April 14, 2020 at 10:20 PM You have a way of ratcheting it up a notch you know that Harry Horsman? I'm glad poetry isn't graded, much less on a curve. Well written prose none the less. -Richard

Pashang Salehi April 14, 2020 at 6:01 PM Where is this place, Harry? I painted it in my mind...

Judy Ball April 14, 2020 at 5:38 AM Love this Harry. I love the wild country too. I hate living in the city surrounded by wall to wall concrete and traffic. This has great expression and imagery. Good job. God Bless, JB

Andrea Dietrich April 13, 2020 at 5:34 PM thanks for visiting several of my poems the other day, harry. I hope you are doing ok despite the strange days we are all encountering. Let me revisit one of my faves for YOU.

Jennifer Proxenos April 13, 2020 at 2:24 PM Your carefully selected words describe this "Wild Country" poem so perfectly Harry - Is this in England, anywhere near Yorkshire, way out in the country? I love your poem! Blessings, Jennifer. Harry Horsman April 13, 2020 at 7:46 PM Romalds Moor, the very heart of Yorkshire

Panagiota Romios April 13, 2020 at 11:39 AM You are truly amazing Harry. I admire your brushtrokes with words. Each day we have on earth is like no other, is it? Nor was it meant to be, Rachel moment we are in a state of flux. Thank you. FAVINg this. Panagiota xx

Richard Lamoureux April 13, 2020 at 9:33 AM You have a way with words. Impressed once again. Thanks for visiting Harry. Happy Easter.

Vladislav Raven April 13, 2020 at 9:27 AM Hi Harry, such an excellent poetic gem from your golden pen. Love the content and the wild imagery. Your image is given such life. A fav. Have a wonderful Monday. Your friend always....Mike.

Arturo Michael April 12, 2020 at 8:47 PM I can tell you still feel it cold...Nice poetry my friend...Happy Easter to you and yours

Andrea Dietrich April 12, 2020 at 5:33 PM Amazing imagery, Harry. Very well done, my friend. Happy Easter (an Easter unlike any other we have ever had)

Eve Roper April 12, 2020 at 1:43 PM Love the way you displayed this beautiful deep poem. Good luck in the contest, Harry. Have a wonderful Happy Easter to you and your family. Hugs Eve

Anne-Lise Andresen April 12, 2020 at 1:10 PM - ... "a place where one should feel privileged to negotiate the freezing wind" ... I love this phrase, Harry :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Anil Deo April 12, 2020 at 10:25 AM Haunting last line, and you are a new Wordsworth of the Old Roman Road in That Blessed England, this hallowed isle. Stubble veil ... your footprint near Tussok, may live on ever. shalom, shalom on Resurrection Day (the Pagans called it Easter). and Thanks

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