Taped Freedom Poem by Diana van den Berg

Taped Freedom



Bob Dylan words
wrapped in orange,
and rain melodies,
lift wide, the rickety gate
to a million, mingling, forgotten pathways
- and misty, long ago senses
unfurl
like the arms of a ballerina
when the silvered notes cajole.

(30 September 2007)

Friday, September 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,senses,september
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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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