Drop By Drop Poem by Diana van den Berg

Drop By Drop



In mists of memory’s hallowed magic;
in haven forest’s secret shadows
conferred by tall protective trees;
in midday enhancing rainbow colours;
in rose-gold sunbeams long and light
caressing house and quivering garden
with sensuous goodbye to day’s delight;
in little paws and twitchy noses;
in magnificent manes and flowing tails;
in soaring eagles cleaving blue;
in song expelled from tiny souls
in flight on delicate drumbeat wings;
in stories woven in child-heart’s pen;
in poetry spun in late night’s ecstasy;
in music painted note by moonlit note;
in love’s sweet mystic joy and grandeur;
in stone-crushed dreams and broken sorrow;
in wasted words and cherished troth;
in ease of weighted luxury’s repose;
in Robinson Crusoe exacting challenge
to smile on Spartan’s stark adversity;
in shouting storm and whispering wind;
in learning more and professing less;
in spirit that blooms and touches and adores
though scarred by onslaughts, still glowing strong,

I travel light the ever-meandering path
vibrant with Rembrandt light and shade
and David flower and Goliath mountain
and rushing rivulet exploding laughter
tumbling over rock and drop,

and all the while in waft and wonder
I glory in the guileless gift
of a profusion of life moments
rich and ripe.

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(18 February 2013)
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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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