Gert Strydom Poems

In a chilling world
where man is nothing more
than a mere animal
it may be true
...

The hotel room is eight levels up
and an interesting place
to find some intimacy,
to be alone as two people together
...

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
...

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.
...

It was the way you were, Woman,
your beauty, your laughter, your smile
distinguished you from every other human
...

The yellowish-red of the caracal
blended like natural camouflage
into the yellow-brown winter grass
and when it moved its head,
...

Exercising he jogs around the field,
stops, stretches, do some push-ups,
pushing with power against the scrum cart,
later running some sprints
...

Flickering the flame of a candle burns
drawing lines when you awake,
there are patterns and dark forms
that it makes on the walls,
...

I once went to a restaurant
called the tent
somewhere in Sea point
and the owner laid a feast
...

This world does not deserve you,
nor will it be
the place where,
I to earth let them lay you.
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