The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language
scored to the bone
with no leftovers;
pouring sorrow into
every crucial word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts
with grace and fortitude,
placing hope and loss
in perfect symmetry,
embracing solitude.
Straight to the heart
she spoke the truth,
with no equivocation
or careless gesture.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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