Gert Strydom Poems

Constantly I wonder how can I be part of it
of a literature in which I read contempt to God,
in which people sing about relationships with the same sex;
use cursing words, the lowest language without fear?
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When we went separate ways
that which was high and holy to me was broken,
I doubted if love could really
stand against any other thing
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I would again want a relationship with you
try to wind time back
and with experience try to turn things around,
making something else, something much bigger out of everything
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It’s your voice
that I hear in the evening-wind,
you become reality in my dreams,
bringing ecstasy to my soul and body
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With the hot sun daily appearing,
the beauty of the glittering stars at night,
the wind dancing through the leaves
it seems as if every thing is caught,
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There’s sometimes a silence
hanging pregnant,
a silence that says that something
almost unstoppable is going to happen,
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Sometimes it feels as if precious moments
are stretched out into pieces of eternity,
as if a sunset, a smile, even sexual ecstasy
reaches out to something greater
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Under the wide blue sky
spread my ashes let them swirl
when it’s at its brightest hue, its brightest blue
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Fleetingly it hanged in beauty
and flowered in that summer,
a deep-red rose caught on a thorny branch,
in loveliness, as beauty only comes once
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Outside the first spring rain is falling
while it is still piercing winter
and there are flowers already blossoming,
sparrows singing cheerfully in a group,
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