Dissipated Poem by Diana van den Berg

Dissipated



The sky is high;
the wings beat hard;
but none
receives (with joy or indifference) ,
nor wants,
nor sees,
nor cares;
and the offerings are reduced
to battered feathers
scattered on a frozen pond.

(25 November 2006)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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