Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

a Reminiscence


It’s a long while back and yet it stays,
how she draws delightful on a cigarette
and drink a glass,
of yellow sparkling st. Anna with me.

Maybe I was on a dark road
at the time and she gave me
a bit of light and protection against loneliness
and the impact of destiny.

She understood me for who and what I am
and much more than passion can find
a way to bind,
I was trapped by her humanity.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 23, 2009

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  • Duh Huh (6/26/2009 8:27:00 AM)

    She understood me for who and what I am
    and much more than passion can find
    a way to bind,
    I was trapped by her humanity.

    I really liked this poem, especially the last stanza and the last line stood to me. Very well done and thank you for sharing :) (Report) Reply

  • Tina Mathurin (6/24/2009 3:09:00 AM)

    Looking back....without reason you may have had regrets.
    Very clear...thanks for letting me read this

    Tina (Report) Reply

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