Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

The Only Birds That Never Sleep

Silver'd whisps, 
diaphanous, floating 'neath 
the ether, flying high like 
prophecy or prayer.                                         

Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning 
rend the air.

Innocuous or deadly, 
omens to discerning eyes, 
it would behoove us all 
to heed the skies.


Note: title courtesy of Victor Hugo

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Hgarvey Daniel Esquire April 4, 2009 at 8:32 PM DEAR Keith, Very vivid great Imagery YOU are Gifted with much Talent ALWAYS...HG

Anna-Marie Docherty April 3, 2009 at 2:44 AM Actually this brings to mind the film 'The Birds', what a nightmare, beware!! Very visual, enjoyed this!! Kindest thoughts your way, Anna-Marie.

Carolyn Devonshire April 3, 2009 at 1:57 AM The birds were all aflutter here today, just before the storm hit, Keith. Now it is quiet and I'm "the only bird that" cannot sleep! I'm sending you a soup mail. Love, Carolyn

Lena Townsend April 2, 2009 at 11:12 PM Wow, what a powerful write. It speaks to the soul of the reader through magnificent imagery. Love the last stanza as it sums of the message of this piece. Very well penned by a gifted poet. Smiles from Lolita