Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Verse

Wistful

'...the wind plays andantes
    of lost hopes and regrets.'
                      Hart Crane


  It is your soul and constant sorrow that concern me,
     you seem pale and unprotected; I want so much 
  to be your lover and your shield, to keep your miseries
     at bay, by your side for ever for the glowing recognition 
  of your smile. But the opportunity was never really there,
     so your lovely face lives only in my reveries.

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Sharon Winter December 27, 2008 at 6:47 AM Wow Keith. You have so many extremely excellent poems. As far as your suggestion goes to my "Wasteland" there needs to be 10 syllables in each line. So, if I took out "be" there would only be 9 - what do you think if I started the sentence with "Of"? Or should I just leave it in. Or...do you have any other suggestions? Thank you! Love, Shar

Michelle Mac Donald December 16, 2008 at 7:21 AM Hey to you, Keith! Oh my, 'chivalry is not dead', it lives on within hearts such as yours.:) They are many rogues and rascals lurking in life's labyrinth..too bad you can't set up some sort of workshop for those entering.:) A beautiful poem...invokes a sense of warmth and maybe one of hope.(you are going to set up that workshop, aren't you?!:) Hope all's well with you and yours...God bless you all!! Love, Mikki

Robin L. Gass December 15, 2008 at 8:02 PM Have to comment on this one again, so lovely it is. The way it is written with such tenderness to read it one feels caressed by it. It has fast become one of my favorites. I think I just swooned again (lol). Love Robin

Breana Wiggins December 14, 2008 at 6:48 PM Very nice...you could melt any heart with your words... Thanks for the comment on my poem.. Read Waiting by the window and let me know what you think... *Breana

John Weber December 14, 2008 at 5:01 PM This poem strikes me with so much recognition and emotion I sit in a huddle sobbing from loss. Why is hope such a delicate little flame on a short, stumpy lump of wax? I bow in thanks for this effort, Keith! Warm regards, John.

Kristin Reynolds December 14, 2008 at 10:04 AM Well, I don't think I've ever read another poem that fit its title so perfectly. This poem should be in the dictiopnary under 'wistful'. a sad, and well, wistful piece. lol love, Kristin and thank God for you and your grammatical genius. lol

Robin L. Gass December 14, 2008 at 8:56 AM This is so beautiful that I am at a loss for words and that, my friend, is not a common occurence. You have made me wistful to hear you read this. Christie pegged it. Let the swooning begin! You are the Master. Glad you liked my sonnet. I feel like I am growing both as a writer and a person on this site. Thank you for your support and encouragment. Love Robin

Barbara Gorelick December 14, 2008 at 7:46 AM Oh so lovely, straight to my fav's, which is full or your work :) BG

Carrie Richards December 14, 2008 at 7:42 AM Wow..This almost feels like the lyrics to an old sweet ballad. You have the most romantic soul....it would melt any heart. :) .....Carrie