Last Rites Poem by Diana van den Berg

Last Rites

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I touched death
today
for a moment
as a leaf
fluttered
to its last resting place
on the forest floor
and
its sadness
gripped
my throat
and stayed my footsteps
as I mourned its passing
knowing
it would
never
again
dance
green
to the tune
of a mischievous breeze.

(11 June 2013)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetha Jayakumar 31 July 2013

Wonderful poem...sadness very well expressed..Good write.

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 31 July 2013

its sadness gripped my throat amazing expression!

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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