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Belmont Village

Belmont wallows in westering twilight, sheep graze in cold pastures, hares scamper, ignoring a circling hawk. Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off up to the scarred horizon, the Tower pricks the heavens like a syringe and spills the blood-red sun. Evening falls, I'm all alone and free to stare, a wondrous, star-flecked firmament, a phosphorescent flare!

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Denis Joe

Date: 4/30/2009 7:59:00 AM

Keith, a wonderful portrait. I particularly find that the use for the second stanza is to create a division within the narrative. You pull that off very well and with a great deal of skill. The music in this gives the piece a mobile feeling. The dominance of 'suh' sounds (c,s, z) in the first stanza and the dominance of 's' in the second link well into the 'f' sounds (rather passive) in the third stanza. Great poem mate!

Brian Strand

Date: 4/30/2009 7:53:00 AM

Amazing imagery Keith in this fione work.Rgds Brian

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

Date: 4/29/2009 10:42:00 PM

Dear Keith,When one starts reading YOU Artful POETRY they can not stop Another Excellent WRITE Thank-YOU for YOUR many Gracious Comments ALWAYS...HG

Laura Mckenzie

Date: 4/29/2009 3:11:00 PM

I love the way you expressed the heavens blood-red the whole write was interesting I enjoyed it! Smile! Laura :)

Carrie Richards

Date: 4/29/2009 8:03:00 AM

Wonderful descriptions....standing alone, staring at the evening sky....loved this! ~

Emily Kroeger

Date: 4/29/2009 7:54:00 AM

Wow! lovely ! I like it. Thanks for the Kind comments!