Gert Strydom

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

On A Sunny Summer Sunday (Villanelle) - Poem by Gert Strydom

when there is nowhere that I do belong
life seems lonelier than on any other day

and while other people are happy and gay
it’s just another day that comes along.
On a sunny summer Sunday

while outside the kids do gambol and play,
for some kind of companionship I do constantly long,
(life seems lonelier than on any other day)

and I have lost my faith somewhere along the way,
while hour after hour the lonesomeness gets strong
On a sunny summer Sunday

none of my heartaches and memories does go away
and on the street I am only one among the throng,
(life seems lonelier than on any other day) ,

all of my thoughts do yesterday portray
and something tells me that I have gone too far wrong,
On a sunny summer Sunday
life seems lonelier than on any other day.

[Reference: “Sunday morning coming down” by Kris Kristofferson.]


Comments about On A Sunny Summer Sunday (Villanelle) by Gert Strydom

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/25/2013 3:16:00 AM)

    life seems lonelier. okay. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 25, 2013


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