Gert Strydom Poems

Next to me a pig sow snorts
and the stench of pig manure
hangs heavy in the air
and the pigs are eating pods,
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Last night I saw the full moon
hang yellow-gold through the window,
above your shoulder over the bed.
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It was in a light blue sky
on a cloudless day,
that images with great speed.
swept out of the sun
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We do not live through things,
but by the meanings of it:

At home a parent
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At times I battle
to find the reason,
why life is turning
into a cold season.
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For a time the birds
and the trees
and animals dwelt in me,
but then came man.
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The winter bites this morning
with chilling fingers
and there’s ice in the wind,
that blows through every thing.
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Somewhere in the night
in my sleep,
I could feel you
laying against me.
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Like a precious small chest
in which you close your jewels,
you remain deep in me.
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How do you
put your life to paper
and where do you begin,
to catch a life into symbols.
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