Gert Strydom Poems

On the highway a female traffic cop pulls me off
and with a book and pen
she trots to the window
which glides electrically into the frame.
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A stairway wounds up to a springy height
where my body reaches high against the blue sky,
the pool's is small against my eye,
where I stand in contemplation
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With her light purple breast that gleams
a blue jay descends to the fallow land
where she dances around in sorrow
like a welding flame that impudently trembles
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I was called up to a military camp
and we were in tents in Parrow
and I was seconded to a special unit
on our way to De Brug
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A statue stands at the gate
of the school,
marking a place of distinction
where children get the highest grades
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Our love was conceived as a secret,
an oath between you and me
and in silence we adored each other
and I felt your pulse beating in your nipple
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Am I that sign here, God’s last prophet
and do I carry the burden
that I through my self-conceit do not always know His ways
with somewhere where I do fit into His plan?
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To me you are the most precious and beautiful of women
someone that believes in me
while life comes daily with a new kind of omen
and although our love is how it ought to be
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There is something great to gardening
and in these early days of spring
some birds do frolic and flutter
while others do sing
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