Gert Strydom Poems

When I perish
from this world
of pleasure and pain
and joy and sadness,
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When Eden faded away into memory,
the big beautiful trees,
the lovely grass
and pets all
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It was in a light blue sky
on a cloudless day,
that images with great speed.
swept out of the sun
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We do not live through things,
but by the meanings of it:

At home a parent
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At times I battle
to find the reason,
why life is turning
into a cold season.
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For a time the birds
and the trees
and animals dwelt in me,
but then came man.
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The winter bites this morning
with chilling fingers
and there’s ice in the wind,
that blows through every thing.
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It was the last day of May
and winter was creeping,
in to every thing.
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I see a lightning flash
in the night
and it cuts past flats
and it draws a blue white line,
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Each and every weekday
grips with its own ferocity,
as if life was meant to be
made of days of labour.
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