Gert Strydom Poems

In spring I long
for the autumn’s stretched out afternoons
when leaves fall and fall
almost secretive to the earth.
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There is a known cosiness
where you do lie right against me,
a kind of nurturing while we do sleep
as if even you unawareness
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Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.
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where you do lie right against me,
a kind of nurturing while we do sleep
as if even you unawareness
does say secret things to me.
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Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.
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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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On your right side you become
a glowing fire, right against me
and it’s as if in this cold winter
I get shelter
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The night I saw you die
under a star struck cross
against the night sky
near the end of the age
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The night that I wished to be home
as the path we were on
lead to death
and not like the axiom to Rome
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Another river flooded with blood
with thousands of enemy soldiers
wiped out, as if their lives
mattered not to man.
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