Flight Poem by Diana van den Berg

Flight



Here,
in my beloved study
at the magic hour,
I drink the breathing night,
with just the comforting tick
of the clock, a whispering metronome
to soften the silence
as I imbibe the slow-flavoured excellence
of poetry that finds my soul
and wings my spirit
and paints alive the canvas
of my imagination,
my dog at my feet
and my cat at my elbow.

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(23 August 2012)
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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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