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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There is something to love that reaches beyond
the outer covering, even if we just do kiss and play,
that draws us to return, to continue on another day
and it binds us unseen with a kind of magical bond.
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In the darkness without any clear moon
I suddenly hear the gallop, the thunder
of horse hooves and there far below
I see a black horseman passing by,
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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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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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(after Percy Bysshe Shelley)

I dreamt of walking in a lovely garden
and it was in the time of spring
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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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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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Now many centuries after his death
I know that there had never been a king
that on this earth did breath
who by his valour and nobility had my heart rising
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