Gert Strydom Poems

You smashed the small granite table down
like a mighty war hammer
cleaving the coffee table in two
which I had made for you,
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Birds sing while the day is dying
black-collard barbets, finches and doves in pairs
with sincere sweet voices crying,
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Doves fly from sunrise
until late afternoon past in pairs
and the whole day their singing resounds
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Long, long ago there were two people (just you and me)
and to my remorse my life was empty without you
and I couldn’t get you out of my heart.
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The first time I wed
it was in Parrow church
since it was bigger
than the one in Belville.
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Between yellow cranes groaning and bended
I saw people small as ants,
I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete,
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There’s a chilly wind blowing this morning,
the black-collard barbet
flies into my study’s window
as if it can go right through it,
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Black was everything without any light,
in a endless night
until in the brain of the creating One
the miracles of life did come
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When the last impact of winter disappears,
the sun starts to glow bright in its longing,
cold days are dissipated by sunshine
you arrive in your pretty enchantment
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In the pool of the fountain
the sky reflect cobalt blue
and shadows fall over the inner court
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