Gert Strydom Poems

and discover places as if it’s an adventure,
when I sit in the shadow of a tree,
when I observe new flowers

as if it’s the first time
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and discover places as if it’s an adventure,
when I sit in the shadow of a tree,
when I observe new flowers

as if it’s the first time
...

the door is closed
locked tightly with a safety-gate,
a own calls out
when for moments I keep my breath in
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The paintings of a jar of roses,
with a touch of Picasso,
the sunflowers like those of Van Gogh
some cosmos that looks almost waxen in a pot
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is like the sparkle
that is at night in the star light.

like the flame
that burns day after day
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It’s the last part of summer
and the day is hot and bright,
cloudless with a perfect clear blue sky
after days of drenching rain
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With ears huge like satellite dishes
Johnny worked at the roadhouse
and it was a place where you could drive in
to get your take away food
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I see how a fairy
under your slim fingers
gets a face, a own life
and it’s as if she comes alive
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Never do our feelings seem to abate
and even summer at its prime
at times against our passion seems temperate
and yet they may grow more intense in time
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but I do suspect that you do miss me like I do you,
it’s as if the empty room tonight is suddenly breathing,
as if without you being near I do not trust the darkness.
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