Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

As the last hours of the day dwindle
twilight dims the bush-veldt sky,
sun beetles silence themselves
in recognition of the night.
...

I do remember you, the fragrance of your clothes,
the distinct smell of the veldt
and the odour of your rum and maple tobacco;
the only thing that was certain to me
...

Days without your linger
as if they are endless.

I do look for you everywhere
but you are nowhere to be found.
...

(to my husband Gert Strydom)

When the day ends like a lily that closes
and darkens like your hand before your eyes,
...

Everybody wants to have a home,
a place where they do belong,
a space to be themselves
where the life-masks that they wear
...

The fresh breeze awakes our senses
while we walk hand in hand on the shore
and we watch the sea that frolics as it plays,
vibrantly dancing the can-can of the wind.
...

I do not like change,
change is like stormy winds
that blows against the doors of my heart
that is throwing doors open, revealing my despair,
...

The wind bulge against the sails
while the ropes are strung to breaking point
as the ship appears out of the naught
voices call out ahoy and some do curse,
...

The wind bulge against the sails
while the ropes are strung to breaking point
as the ship appears out of the naught
voices call out ahoy and some do curse,
...

Moonlight nights with you reminds me
of hot Arabic nights that are wonderful and sweet
where the aromas of cinnamon and spices fill all the senses
and on our carpet leading to the marriage bed
...