The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language scored to the bone
with naught leftover,
truth suffusing every word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts with fortitude,
hope and loss a perfect blending.
Straight to the point she spoke her mind,
no careless gesture or equivocation.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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