Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,720 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

A Cape Town Winter Day - Poem by Gert Strydom

The day is icy, grey,
drawn closed, as heavy as lead and wet,
with a southeaster that grabs
that searches for somewhere to hold on to

with bricks, oak trees, razor sharp glass
that is jerked loose in its grip,
with paper bags that are ascending in line
to come down somewhere else in the ocean,

where seagulls continually angrily screech,
are searching for an own escape and continually do curse.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 23, 2012


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