Gert Strydom Poems

Her web gleams like the spokes of a bicycle,
she weaves her own pattern out of her soul
as a decagon that she keeps rolling out,
out of her inner silver shiny pivot
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while the sky was filled with rain,
saw some lightning streaking blue-white,
lighting up some of the dark night
and the roads gleamed somewhat black
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Outside a swarm of doves peck yellow maize,
my heart gallops
along the dusty roads
of the lower town
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This morning like every other one
You touch here and there in your preparations
And outside a myriad of sparrows fly past
When you put on the light and sleepy I open my eyes.
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With you that do love me
I do not know what to expect
and without you I will miss my whole life
and you are in every night and day.
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African coots and wild geese drift past
the bulrushes and bushes of reeds
and deeper in the marsh
there is something that comes alive.
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My Lord, I am devoting my whole life to you,
I have sworn a sacred oath to be true,
you affect my life, my every breath,
if it is necessary even my death;
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Sometimes there were days when the sun
hang hot in the summer afternoon
while carefree we could lay next to each other
with the fragrances of jasmine, gardenia
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Like a beautiful princess you glide in,
the organ is thundering,
you do fill my heart in every aspect,
are radiating in snow-white lace
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We had a place in the garden
where the fairest lilies grows,
and there was one crimson rose
and of the garden hose you were the warden
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