Gert Strydom Poems

“Its not much fun to be alone, ” said she
“but two who stick together can help each other
out of all kinds of jeopardy,
but then I am silly and why would you bother? ”
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Somehow I am free from the whims of youth,
from some vanity, from some recklessness
are living a life with serenity and truth
away from the sheer pains of faithlessness,
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My heart does no more belong to me,
as in loving I have given it to you
where it grows in sweet tranquillity,
as tender well-cared plants often do.
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While my days were only solitary,
my destruction came at the greatest speed
while demons, humans descended on me
with their utmost kind of malignant greed
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when the first peach blossoms flower
while birds call out of the bright blue sky
A bee buzzes past in its flight
and the year turns back to summer
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Foxhounds bark and tare away
with tails in the air
like guiding antennas
as if chasing a spectral bone
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Nowhere else my heart can be found
as you are my true beloved
and still we remain sheltered in each other
although the worst destroying winds of life do blow
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Early in the late night
your hand creeps hot and soft over my breast,
and I feel emotion and a deeper urge burn.
Early in the late night
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That simultaneously
love can be both full of pleasure and pain,
can be full of times of despair and grief
and still can bring the greatest joy
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Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
and we are caught in the mechanics of time
and even mere moments we cannot bring to a halt
and it’s as if everything hangs in the balance of destiny
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