Sonata Poem by Diana van den Berg

Sonata



Dreams splash
into arpeggios and trills
and piano paintings
of laughter and sorrow

and my thoughts rove
along grassland paths
in blazing sunshine
watching buck darting into thickets;
and yellow-billed kites
taunting high thermals;

I jump from stepping stone
to stepping stone
of a sun-sparkling rivulet

and wander into the forest shade
along rooted pathways
to secret rock-lined pools
with little waterfalls
and birdcalls
and frogsong

... and I am speechless,
rooted to the living-room floor, enraptured,
long after the sonata’s last note has faded.

(22 April 2011)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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