Gert Strydom Poems

I wander in the garden of a businesswoman
under a dull blue sky alone
at Tamboerskloof in Cape Town
past a huge blue swimming pool,
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(in answer to Breyten Breytenbach)

It's as if all words and maybe all things do lead back
to the Angel in the oven,
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(after Charl-Pierre Naudé)

Where he cannot proof God, man does
by reasonability and reason and the collective debate do hold the delusion
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(after Charl-Pierre Naudé)

In God's omniscience
where He is outside of the scope of time
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(in answer to Charl-Pierre Naudé)

You do certainly sometimes use pain
to guide and teach man at times
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(for Annelize)

Still my dreams do remain
sometimes as things that are only dreams
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Big like a three tonne amphibian truck
unstoppable as if demon bred she shakes her head
while her seven month pregnancy is near to its end.
With the sun rising she rises from the river to shake off the muck,
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Seeming indolent where it lolls in a tree's shadow
while high in the sky the sun do smouldering glow
the cheetah waits until twilight in the late afternoon
watching the great herds moving slow
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The civet melts into the bush,
into the undergrowth,
the yellow-brown grass
has got a yellowish-tan with black spots
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More than five years back
that white Johnny Mamba came to visit me,
that NI-spy
as a so-called friend of Francois
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