Diana van den Berg

Rookie - 368 Points (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)

A Thousand Fronds - Poem by Diana van den Berg

The razor wire
on top of the concrete wall
cannot mask
the ballerina-grace
of the slim palm trees,
sun-blessed green and gold and green again,
leaning into the teasing breeze
and waving their flutter-fronds
to Nature’s magical whisper-music.

I begrudge the moments
I need to look down at the page
to pen the simple words
to deposit the image
into a forever-memory

and I cannot wait
for this poem
to be over
so that I can give
my heart,
my soul,
my all,
to accepting their invitation,
to touch the wind and fly
and join their spontaneous dance.

(4 June 2013)

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  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (7/31/2013 4:49:00 AM)

    the lamentation for the time lost in penning the image rather than being a part of it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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