Gert Strydom Poems

(in answer to Daniel Hugo)

Without God I cannot really find meaning in my life
when my own abilities, words and acts do blind me
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You come while the summer-rain falls,
do carry parcels and magazines in your hands,
near to you a lightning bolt comes down,
in alarm everything falls to the ground.
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Packed with sour-sweet fruit,
heavy hangs the branches of the plum tree,
the smell is both sweet and bitter,
and bees and beetles buzz around
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In the kitchen's window
your potted violets are flowering again,
they are feathering with miniature florets
on the luxurious green leaves,
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In the setting sun in the mellow twilight,
when the day its brilliance the sky denies,
you walked smiling right into my sight
with eyes in which your heart openly lies,
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It was a hot and clear open sunny summer day,
as if sent from up high from beyond earthly skies
on your face a ray like a token from heaven lay,
as if we were both like Adam and Eve in paradise,
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A butterfly flutters past your face,
for a moment lands on a ruby-red rose
and I wonder about the love between you and me:
is it also so fragile and brittle?
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(after William Shakespeare)

When I notice how your own flowers grow
do wither and wilt after just a mere moment
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