Diana van den Berg-2

Episodes

1. 20

   The Beginning And The End

   THE BEGINNING AND THE END . . . in the explosion of light they knew but they knew though they knew and they turned away and the darkness descended and they cried while they knew . . .

   Jul 24, 2015

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2. 19

   Load - Shedding And Sixth Copper Theft

   LOAD-SHEDDING AND SIXTH COPPER THEFT 21 July 2015 More copper wrenched out and waterless and lights out . . . but when was I ever there in gratitude for pipes and water, taps and light that are my almost every day and night? and when did I last ache for those they aren’t? and how little did you…

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   Jul 21, 2015

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3. 18

   Early Morning Bath

   EARLY MORNING BATH 11 November 2001 Sun gold dazzle through frosted glass finds my face and soaks summer warmth into the strained muscles of my strengthening smile. Hot water wraps around me in a morning hug with promises of a sunny day and I emerge with pain dripping from me in splatters. I love...

   Jul 21, 2015

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4. 17

   Dîtes Au Vent

   DÎTES AU VENT ± 1975 Dîtes au vent, dîtes au vent que je suis rentrée chez toi. Dîtes au vent, dîtes au vent de chanter au bois. Il était doux comme un chaton quand tu m’as retrouvé au soleil l’été sur la plage; Comme un petit chien qui aboit sans cesse pendant notre querelle; Sa voix était un…

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   Jul 20, 2015

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5. 16

   Jan

   JAN ± 1974 Le soleil brille, la lune luit, mais toi, tu ne le sais pas. L’argent bruit, l’avenir luit, mais moi, je ne le sais pas. Je sens l’écorce du saule sous les doigts. À quoi sert te l’expliquer? L’épervier excite la compassion du moineau Toi, l’épervier, moi, le moineau. JAN The sun…

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   Jul 20, 2015

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6. 15

   My Sorrow At Your Self-Destruction

   MY SORROW AT YOUR SELF-DESTRUCTION I long to comfort your anguish at being alone and your withdrawals from both your wild outreachings, but now I’ve learnt to nurture me as well so must reject my heart’s beseechings. The only safeguard from my dangerous caring and my wish to part, in sadness...

   Jul 15, 2015

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7. 14

   Grains Of Sand

   GRAINS OF SAND As she sat on the beach sifting sand through her fingers she watched the colours of time falling through to gone.

   Jul 15, 2015

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8. 13

   Chances In The Mist

   CHANCES IN THE MIST Words tiptoe towards the blue of distant hills looking back in supplication as they go and the edges of yesteryear whisper in gracious recognition of the tenuous tomorrows yet to be spoken.

   Jul 15, 2015

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9. 12

   The Tail Of Tails

   THE TALE OF TAILS And there I thought that kittens had tails to help them balance. Little did I know they are for their siblings to catch. Diana van den Berg

   Jul 15, 2015

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10. 11

    Storytime

    STORYTIME Under whispering trees in dappled shade, come sit with me on this fallen log in the gentle hours. And I will read to you poetry of times long gone when forests breathed sweet fragrances and life was slow. Feel your worries slip away to the leaf-soft carpet unwelcome as you step into…

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    May 26, 2015

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11. 10

    Let Us Unite and Save the World Together

    LET US UNITE AND SAVE THE WORLD, TOGETHER 1 February 2015 Saving or destroying the world is a choice – a simple choice for cynics and defeatists and cowards to mock and for the brave and determined merely to do. Let us dare to recognise the constant of change. Let us dare to open our minds to it....

    Feb 1, 2015

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12. 9

    Gilbert Khuzwayo, We Will Look At The Sun And Remember You

    GILBERT KHUZWAYO, WE WILL LOOK AT THE SUN AND REMEMBER YOU 17 January 2002 (NOTE: Gilbert was the head groom at the stables where I kept my horse, Flicka. Gilbert had been a groom at the stables for over 30 years, and most of that time he was the head groom. He was killed by a car on 13 January...

    Jan 10, 2015

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13. 8

    Pensive

    PENSIVE A smile almost whispered across her October face washing it with morning light. Nobody knew nor would they have understood, nor could they, nobody, except her animals and everyone else’s and those running free. The trees mingled with her thoughts teasing them in soft greens and browns and...

    Dec 27, 2014

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14. 7

    Lucky Me

    LUCKY ME 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…

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    Dec 15, 2014

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15. 6

    Deceleration Dream

    DECELERATION DREAM Again, to bend like a reed when a tiny bird finds it and so to stay for a sparkle-moment that loses itself on the sun’s dial and the moon’s arc-journey across the night to relish a rainbow hue of savoured word-births untinged by tickled ears to breathe sweet, sweet hay born of...

    Dec 14, 2014

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16. 5

    Writing Poetry In The Dark

    WRITING POETRY IN THE DARK silhouette of feline elegance and canine paws on windowsill hypnotising chorus of epauletted fruit bats not a breath of wind stirs the trees shapes of furniture loom out of the gloom in shades of oldworld browns and shadowed greys and background black kitty food bowl...

    Dec 9, 2014

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    Daughter Of The Wilds

    DAUGHTER OF THE WILDS The sky was a splash of orange and the shadows long-legged and bordered with quivering gold, and a silence surged over her as she felt the centuries unravel down her spine. Eggshell memories of nameless ancestors crept into her unhurried mind and she met herself in them,...

    Nov 29, 2014

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18. 3

    Sad Song

    SAD SONG I brought you home a traffic light. You didn’t notice it until it hissed and barked and meowed and grew into a toffee tree. You climbed aboard a shiny leaf and sang Oh Strawberry Jam, how did you know that I am me and that I really am? You flapped your rings and flew aday and landed on...

    Nov 23, 2014

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19. 2

    Night's Pillow

    NIGHT’S PILLOW The corners of the night curl around my drowsy thoughts and the pregnant silence gives easy birth to froggy song backed by hypnotising cricket hum and peace cocoons me in its tender embrace. I smile a languorous last goodnight at my forest sentinels on guard around the house and…

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    Nov 21, 2014

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20. 1

    Sometimes

    SOMETIMES Sometimes it is hard to smile . . . sometimes . . . A heaviness gets in the way and stagnates the dance and breath forgets and eyes are glazed sometimes . . . Shadows hide the light and dreams are blurred and trapped in black and tomorrows die upon a pyre stacked high with sticks as dry...

    Nov 16, 2014

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