Turning On A Tap Poem by Diana van den Berg
Turning On A Tap
In the dimlit stableyard,
wind shattered the column of water
trying to flow from the tap.
Moon caught the broken column and its scattered droplets
in a dazzling display.
Wind and moon and water
danced for me
and a stablecat
one moment
on a blustery winter night.
(August 1998)
You capture the wonder of the everyday (night?) in this beautifully crafted poem. The stablecat places the poem's feet firmly on the ground and provides a dramatic contrast to an essentially ethereal moment in time. Stunning. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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4/26/2024 5:26:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is Glorious work of art. There is only few i know who can write with such passion and pure intelligence., well done Diana.