Gert Strydom Poems

You are always with me.
Lord, in this life and when I am dead,
in my iniquity and when from sin I am free,
You set my way on which I should go ahead
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To me you were simply lovely
while your breasts were well proportioned
the world seems simple and we were free
and not a single further thing is to be mentioned.
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Sometimes I visit in absence the Highveld
and in my thoughts
are jumping from rock to rock
where aloes flower orange,
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On a road near a place called Hotazel
there were no trees,
just the flat openness of the great Karoo
and semi-acrid no stream
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Just before the rain they fly twittering
until the drops start to splatter
and they have got to flee to their nests
before bolts of thunder can obliterate them.
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You are gone from me
while the jacarandas are flowering purple-blue
and the reasons why echoes through my mind
while my days are running empty
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from the rainy wind
and even the lightning bolts sound sad
but you have moved on
and incomprehension comes with a cold anguish.
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I know the perfume that clings to you,
the deeper glance
that sometimes for seconds lingers in your eyes,
the long moment
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Suddenly awakening from a dream
in love we were
and you like lovely Snow-white were smiling
while here and there
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The more intimate and better I do know you,
the more I am amazed
by your fragile humanity, by a beauty
that fits perfectly
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