Gert Strydom Poems

Meters under the surface lies rocks that are rough, black and shining
where everything is caught in a twilight that trickles through from above,
where sea-grasses and bamboo gambols in the swell
when seekers with diving masks and oxygen swim still deeper,
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You bring milk
and I make tea for two
and we are bonded together
in a moment of time.
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There’s a black and white green-eyed cat
that comes at night
to lie on my bed
and also wants
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You cook vegetable soup
and I look at you
while you cut green beans,
carrots, onions, celery, parsley
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My blue bike thunders
below me
and cars and trucks
flashes by.
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The naughty baby dog
growls everywhere she goes
and wants to bite everyone
that passes her.
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He sits featherless on his stick
and his head turns
to one side and then the other
while he looks at the bright light
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I have a friend that rides a Vespa
and at traffic lights
he quickly flashes past several cars.
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On a hillock outside the city
a monument build from marble and stone
guards forevermore,
catching the sun’s
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When the dread god
rode to war
on his flaming chariot
and went right through the stars
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