Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

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.

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Elizabeth Wesley July 20, 2012 at 3:01 PM Each line scores high marks. Such imagery deserves massive applause. Clap clap! Luv, Lizzie

Nette Onclaud July 5, 2012 at 10:33 AM oh, the pathos of this piece sends me reeling.. i love this novel; so painfully beautiful like your gift, keith.. best wishes and huggs!

Debbie Duncan July 5, 2012 at 3:26 AM very nice write Keith ;}

Andrea Dietrich July 4, 2012 at 8:35 PM What an interesting title on this one, Keith. Makes one think. Did you ever see the movie by this name? One of the best movies I ever saw.

Lori Lucas Mcclure July 4, 2012 at 2:12 PM It was a pleasure to read your work! Lori