Gert Strydom Poems

This morning it felt
as if I was going to ride
into the red ball of the sun
while the wind
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My country lies in pieces
as if it was in a hell of a fatal accident
and daily I see Johnny’s and Helana’s
on gravel and on grass
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They came in thousands
and their spear points glitter,
while the sun’s first rays
folds over the plain.
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The new morning opens
and it’s spring with pollen
in the air
and I sneeze that it thunders around me.
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My darling says
look how bright is the moon
and the gold
appears on the other side,
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Somewhere between here and now
and tomorrow that are still hours
far away,
I long for you.
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Sometimes I do not
want to touch you
and it’s just great
to have you with me.
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Everyone wants to be free
of injustice and iindignity,
but I just want to be me.
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What do you do when your darling’s
grey dark eyed wondrous cat,
lies stiff at the back door
next to the Wendy house?
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At times I wonder why
those I love pass away
and battle to live,
when for others
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