Gert Strydom Poems

The grey horse grazes outside
and eats, eats bit by bit
in our country
and on the farms is were it gets delicacies
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One afternoon
just after returning from work
there was a knock on the front door
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Time had escaped from me,
as if it was somewhere else
and I wasn’t anymore the kid I had been
when I went to war
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My mistress’ eyes has a bluer hue to them
than the colour of the cobalt sky,
not coral nor tomato can compare
to the soft care that I find on her lips
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My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
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The curtains in the bedroom
are drawn close
and you lie
in semi-darkness.
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The gorilla does what gorillas can
sits on a dung heap,
protecting it with its life
as if it belongs
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I feel winter’s first cold fingers touching
and time flash by to quickly
as if the last years are waiting on me
and I button my jacket tighter
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As if just asleep I was waken
with the light shining brightly in my eyes,
when darkness did disappear suddenly
and I came alive again.
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In His emptying from God to man,
where his cloak was bright white like light
He came to be tortured and cursed,
He came against sin as the balance
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