Diana van den Berg Poems

The light sparkled on the glass in your hand.
For a moment, I turned away,
and,
like the light,
...

First it is honing in on the target.
Closer and closer.
Pounce!
Then it is easing it out,
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And I love you,
little word,
for your brevity
and your Biblical cadence
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My Africa breathes blood.
Let her bathe her wounds
in the sweet waters of understanding,
let ubuntu warm her heart,
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Rubber screams
and then the bang
and metal turning on itself,
…..and then the sirens.
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Why is it, that with all my fears, failings and inadequacies,
I am not sucked down into the cold, wet vortex of despair?
Why, with all my guilt, can I sit at my desk
and play with my cat at two o’clock in the morning,
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Electrifying brain-flashes.
Puzzle-pieces of logic reshape into flowing smudges
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Your sense of humour
carries me on waves of laughter
all the way into your heart
even though
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Can it be
that to revel in moods
of sun and wind and rain,
To caress the velvet warmth
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If you think you don’t receive love,
remember first that there are many types of love,
and very few people
truly
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