Gert Strydom Poems

These are the fields, bushes and trees
where a boy cried heartbroken
in a far off summer,
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At dusk little Martha walks
pass the back of the old house
that is build of heaped blue Jacob stone
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I

Her older brother brings
violets from the marsh to her
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How you swell like the sea
in the storm between the two of us
and while it rages
I cannot find land anywhere
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This morning there’s empty glasses
with the smell of St. Anna
standing on the table.
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I feel you around my conduit
giving warmth, in passion tightening
until the charge flows between us
like a bolt of lightning truly uniting
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Some might call it a laboratory,
to others a place of unclear science
but to me it’s a place of trickery
looking like a kind of factory
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Season of bright hued skies and great fruitfulness
intimate lover of the raging sun
forever baring fruit in great supply to bless,
from the very beginning your beauty was spun
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When nothing anymore brings me peace,
even in heaven or on earth
and when I find nothing beautiful, or glorious
in the stars blazing in the night sky,
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The veldt is all around me
and I am beyond enemy lines
camouflaged, clothed in
military uniform, wearing tracking boots,
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