Gert Strydom Poems

In autumn I walked in England
in a lane full of trees
where leaves lay auburn
on a road wet from rain.
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When I was a teenager
I typed my first story
and poems
on a old Rexel typing machine,
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Like a lightning bolt
life thunders over me
I am bashed down
just when I think
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I see the young green buds
and smell the rain falling on fruitful ground
somewhere in the distance there are thunderbolts
that every now and then falls, explodes and branch.
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The calm water of Uvongo lagoon
brought tranquillity to you
and we would row a canoe
or float in that transparent pool
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I have not mastered the art
of riding on rolling waves
fifteen feet high,
speeding by like a bird
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It was at Hartebeespoort dam,
that I was fishing for Carp,
with maize bombs,
some dips and floaters
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they can be sharp
and cut deeply without a second thought,
the soul can warp
at mere words that are said indifferent,
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We sat near the steps of the porch with your hand
touching my own
your eyes sparkled like those of a wildcat;
I have not known
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If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
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