Gert Strydom Poems

I wish you would tell those things
of which the heart and soul alone knows.
I would have our lives much different
but the beautiful things I cannot forget.
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(after Edith Nesbit)

After the first decent shower of rain
the roses flower red, yellow and white
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The sounds of cars, trucks, trains disappear
when the night comes dark and suddenly the moon shines.
Somewhere outside a dove calls to its mate
and amber lights wink one after the other
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Remind me about how it once was
when we were newly in love,
about how neatly our lives fitted into each other’s
before the time when the hurting did begin.
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In the old painting something was living
displaying dead men in eternal youth,
it had some deeply hidden kind of truth,
about the evanescence of everything,
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Bright light shine in, not much is going on,
I open an old door that behind me thud
when I am sure that all people are gone,
my eyes catch a single red rose bud
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There’s no thunder’s match falling from the sky
while for days without end rain sieves down,
while we both live in a world of our own
and the cold, wet winter passes us by,
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The ocean was clear as cobalt blue glass
while we swam far out in the greater key,
playing in the warm pleasurable sea,
some colourful small lonely fishes did pass
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I wanted to find more in what love is,
and its depths I wanted to know as truth
while maybe like a child I did trust
that its part of a real experience
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When your hand folded around mine you did smile
and I saw the depths of your soul
as you caught the profile of my face,
and your skin was soft while you were so very near,
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