So Many Whens Ago Poem by Diana van den Berg

So Many Whens Ago



Piano memories
soak
like hot-buttered toast
into her soul-mirror,
and long, long ragged years return,
and he was almost there again,
but distant,
in the mirror,
his huge hands
making
the keys weep
silver-quiver long-ago-notes
heart-carved for her
holding her whisper-ears
and her remember-breath
in a feather-touch grip.

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(7 June 2011)
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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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