Gert Strydom Poems

(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

In loving each other we sow our seed,
in passion kiss
while we wish for some greater happiness,
in joy's great bliss
...

There paths go crooked through the veldt and bush,
they graze on grass,
cropping some of the leaves of smaller trees
before they pass,
...

The thunder branches, crackling down blue-white,
on the inner eye the power
of God is lingering.
...

Ah, bright sun, so red and then so brilliant white
shadows, fall everywhere, moving as if having fun
vacationers tan, on summer days to your hot rays
turn their bodies from toe to tip, to be beautiful brown.
...

Life
is
like maths
when people find
...

The small candle flickers on the wall
while shadows make us somewhat tall
your eyes gleam shining in the night,
outside it is golden moonlight,
...

Spring is something amazing
when flowers suddenly appear
in colour upon colour on branches
...

Icily the winter touches me,
some trees are stripped like skeletons
as if death touches everything.
...

Sprouting like strings of purple morning glories
our love grows wild;
with vines reaching, stretching, opening;
like a small child
...

(after Fleur Adcock)

She is constantly in the press flash light,
but tries to find
a kind of inner peace, some real meaning,
and hide behind
...