Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

The scarlet moon hangs low
over the dust-drenched Africa,
the wind blows strong
and people and animals choke.
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Every time that you do want to leave,
want to break away, want to pull out,
want to tear you away from me
pieces are jerked from my soul,
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is a place where nasturtiums
grow up the wall,
in colours of yellow and gold
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Everyone is waiting expectantly on tomorrow
and on the hours of a new morning
like a star shining in the daylight
that is unreachable far.
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Sometimes life is a war
against the whole world and time
and in this war we do face
words, deeds and death,
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With each day life awakes
in a silent expectoration after the night
when it is dark from the hours of yesterday,
when every day becomes the criterion
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For days now the rain wants to fall,
clouds hang heavy and sombre in the sky
and there is a feeling of humidity and expectation.
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With brown stripes in his eyes
he peeps at me
as if he does want to say:
“Mom, did you loose some of your love for me?
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If I would try to put words to paper
and try to describe love I would fell short.
If I would ask a million musicians to write a melody
even they would not be able to get it right,
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Isolated, deceived, abused,
penetrated as a torture,
torn, stripped, bended, shattered,
wounded, blunted,
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