Gert Strydom Poems

I look away in the direction
where my longing lies
and now wish to be busy
travelling to you
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In the bush I see a strange thing,
a secret cat
that like a phantom
follow our tracts, shadowing behind
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Somewhere in the hillocks
there’s a place
where you go through a rocky gateway
where blunted brown rocks lie
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Sometimes I imagine
that my D Jacobs painting
of a red brown earth road
that in winter
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Two paintings
look back at me:

The one girl is shy
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I saw a vase of purple-pink roses
lying on your dark brown buffet
and simply had to have it.
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Your eyes that look through me
will not anymore
look into the depths of me.
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Grey clouds gather in the sky
with the promise
of some more rain,
but my sunshine is gone
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It’s early dark and already cold,
the winter sneaks in furtively
and I miss you.
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How enchanting does passion make your face
and your eyes glow with an own power
and still your face
are endlessly soft
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