Conductor Poem by Diana van den Berg
Conductor
I was spellbound
by the graceful arc
of his arm
and the precision
of his movement.
Did he train in Vienna?
I longed to hear the woodwinds
awakened by the white glove
pointed
but
reluctantly
I drove on,
otherwise
the cars behind me
would have honked,
and the pointsman
would have directed
his traffic officer precision
and ire
at me.
this made me smile... :) everyday I also see a lady stationed near a school who directs traffic to make sure the children are able to cross safely and I look at her and think...what a noble job....and done so gracefully....
What a wonderful comparison your piece has made here Diana - -the traffic controller with great precision is so often rushed by and missed - but happily not by your pen and I thank you for versing this beautiful action which the next time I see I shall take into my own heart..... greetings from Cornwall U.K. and 10 plus from Fay.....
Beautiful image of the conductor Diana and your work does flow graciously to the end. I am sure you could well imagine how the woodwinds sounded with your creative mind. Love it! 10 Karin Anderson
Diana Still flowing like your writing over 10 years ago Well done
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4/26/2024 3:13:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To find beauty in the grace of every day is a talent indeed my friend.