Anemone (Balassi Stanza) Poem by Gert Strydom

Anemone (Balassi Stanza)



Like big white and red eyes
opening under the skies
growing from a russet stalk
fragilely flowering
early in the new spring
when some people laugh and talk
they hardly ever see
your bright blooms hanging free
while chatting past they do walk.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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