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Different

"...the thorn in sharpened shade
     weathers all loneliness."

      Hart Crane


Branches scratch the sky
blanching the twilight
pale and gray,
the day is dying.

My way is dark and dismal,
the nightjar's distant cry
my only solace.

I wander washed
in reveries of her, and wish
with all my heart
it could be different.

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 9/7/2011 2:23:00 PM

A true artist, Keith, who can paint any scene! Outstanding imagery..."Branches scratch the sky"...great backdrop and intro to this melancholy piece. You've always astounded me, Keith! (thank you for the links and music...I played it load enough for everyone to hear. Doves came and sat on the wire outside too...watching and listening.:) Best to you!! Love, Mikki

Jeff Sampica

Date: 7/30/2011 1:54:00 AM

Very inspirational quote and a very beautiful poem to go with it. Keep them coming.

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 7/30/2011 1:58:00 AM

Thanks Jeff!