Gert Strydom Poems

In a world apart from this
love stays true and ever kind,
are not blanketed by a changing mind
our bound by passing bliss
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With great speed a thing runs
into the lounge
and braids past a bookcase
with aunt Leen behind it.
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I sit in a bar in Sixth Street,
with some flashing lights at the slot machines,
people playing at the pool tables,
the bar man smiling at someone’s joke
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Called up for armed military service
hundreds of thousands white boys
are forced into a war
of whom I am but a single one
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On a rainy night with a gunmetal sky
I saw crisp leaves fly in the wind,
but your laughter was like a ray of light
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Will you know about my love for you
while you are embraced by another
and how deep betrayal cuts, how difficult it is
to get you out of my heart?
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With some grand imaginings
a dream unfolded about you and me,
a dream so sharp and clear
as if it was happening in reality.
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Knocking you listen
to the sound
that a watermelon makes
to test if it is ripe
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I saw the eagle turn in air space
on radial winds
like a kite it hanged there,
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Only a dot is caught
in the early morning air
of the eagle
in its morning flight
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