Diana van den Berg

Veteran Poet - 1,290 Points (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)

Lucky Me - Poem by Diana van den Berg

I smile my joy
at my lucky life,
full of blessings
and beneficial strife –
too many of each
to list tonight,
but three that are ever
burning bright:

music, soulful, soft
and real,
and poetry
that holds my heart
in quiver-seal,
and a forest
that breathes and moves
and grows,
born of dreams
that a rainbow sows.

I want to hold on to
fluid note
that charms my ear
and savour
of it
just like
of every poem
that I breathe
and wrap around myself
and each
of every tree
that I glory at,

but there are
notes and beautiful poems and leaves,

and even if I live to be a hundred-and-thirty-one,
there is so little time
their abundance
is what makes me feel
like a gypsy
wandering under a
starbright sky,
a penniless

(1 January 2013)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 5, 2013

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