Gert Strydom Poems

There is a day in April when autumn
truly sets in, when fallen leaves
smells like mould and loam,
when trees are stripped skeleton.
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A farmer walks up to his horse and it is spring again
in the distance there’s ploughing red Massy Ferguson tractor
and he bridles the horse and there is pain
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There was a day that the lagoon was blue
had a particular lovely hue
far across yellow-brown sandbars
while people were driving past in their cars
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Easter is a time where we celebrate
the crucifixion of Jesus Christ
who is God Himself who died for our sins,
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Streets are full of vivid bougainvilleas
while clouds start to touch Table Mountain,
white horses are running from the sea to the beaches
and the southeaster blows at its full strength.
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(after Percy Bysshe Shelley)

I dreamt of walking in a lovely garden
and it was in the time of spring
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Far over the city I saw the lightning bolt flashing,
instantaneous energy that remains on the inner eye
before the branching of it was suddenly withering
where it disappeared from the dark night sky
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Impartially the hand of Odin
came down
in rage and thunder
among mere men,
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What will others know
how it is to loose animals
that are like children
and with the passing time
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When I go to the mountains,
witnessing Your wonderful creative power
in nature
it is clear that You keep Your hand
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