Gert Strydom

Bronze Star - 2,950 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Storm That Hangs Threatening - Poem by Gert Strydom

From Margate beach
I see a ship sailing past,
with people that are
dots on it.

The summer sun is hot and high
but there’s a strong wind
that swishes over the sea
and waves that like white spectre horses,
curl and twist and rise foaming
and shattering
fall to death against rocks and the beach

On the horizon grey clouds hang ominous,
where a storm is rising
and the sky breaks the water.

I am caught up in a life
that is broken into pieces
and I wonder when
the storm is going to overwhelm me.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, June 15, 2009

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