Diana van den Berg Poems

I hear your words in the branches
that knock on my roof
in the night
while the wind won’t let you go.
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Tears are my only answer
and forgiveness as you already know
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Each key on the piano,
string on a harp,
syllable of bird song,
billet doux of the wind,
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Sometimes it is wise
to rein in one’s steed
when horse and rider
just want to fly.
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Wordlessly you would have
known
with me
the mesmerising passion
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From the whispers
of my first breath
in years long faded,
except, of course,
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Things averted,
danger skirted,
but drumbeats wild as thunder’s bell
led us on and hard we fell.
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Precious, tiny bird
how little they know,
who crave your freedom,
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In mists of memory’s hallowed magic;
in haven forest’s secret shadows
conferred by tall protective trees;
in midday enhancing rainbow colours;
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Today
I sought solace
in Chopin
on the piano
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