Gert Strydom Poems

The morning seems lonesome and forsaken
with a silence that hangs like fog over everything,
there is almost no sound to be heard
and it's as if something unknown is outside.
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I saw it frolic on top of the gate
on a bright sunny but cold winter day,
a small redbreast alone and desolate,
around it everything was brown and grey.
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(in answer to Totius)

When the evening twilight comes at the moor
then it is that I find the umber-bird there
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This morning we walked in the veldt
and unexpectedly you found a wild lily,
over it you were excited like a child,
In the city shots rang out in the distance
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I need no lead lines or stars to find You
and even if I act blind You do stay true,
even if I am at the edge of the abyss,
You help me to the right things to do.
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Numb, half-awake, and dazed with wonder,
I gasp at you, in the room at my mother's house,
I hear your clear voice breaking into my reality,
ringing with familiarity in the morning twilight:
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When big-eyed in the morning,
you do kiss me with soft hot lips,
do have the first conversation of the day,
it's magic that you do to me.
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Next to me your own vivid picture lies-
against the wall with your shadow and face,
a woman complete, with innocence and grace
and wisdom in your expression and eyes.
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Abandoned by you I am in my love
and I pray to God for greater mercy,
when you leave me alone like this,
do not regard me as your spouse
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Everywhere the cosmos are appearing,
after the days of soaking spring rain,
the entire veldt is like Eden again.
To me this time of year is endearing
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