Gert Strydom Poems

I hear the call of the cuckoo
and in all of this I long for and miss you,
the afternoon's rain comes with thunder,
there are butterflies that leave me speechless
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Without you a house is just a place
with room upon room,
that is empty with furniture without people,
where I am also empty in my existence.
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It was the way you were, Woman,
your beauty, your laughter, your smile
distinguished you from every other human
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The yellowish-red of the caracal
blended like natural camouflage
into the yellow-brown winter grass
and when it moved its head,
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Exercising he jogs around the field,
stops, stretches, do some push-ups,
pushing with power against the scrum cart,
later running some sprints
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Flickering the flame of a candle burns
drawing lines when you awake,
there are patterns and dark forms
that it makes on the walls,
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There is something
in being bilingual
and when I grew up
we were forced
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I once went to a restaurant
called the tent
somewhere in Sea point
and the owner laid a feast
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From my birth South Africa is my own country
and my people can flee to an island
but my own culture and language stays holy
although this place is not safe,
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