Gert Strydom Poems

when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour,
sometimes it’s as if my yesterdays disappear into their depths.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
where you bring joy to a world full of pain
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With all the green corn stalks neatly cut off
in the old big loft the sweet smell of maize,
brings some grace and the blowing wind is soft,
oft the grass is still the colour of baize,
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In the afternoon the light was blinding
the sun had a bright belligerence
and to it I had some indifference
as on the white beach I saw a strange thing.
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A yellow and a red weaver pecks at porridge on the grass,
some sparrows gather twittering around the water bowl
and I cannot think about a more beautiful picture
when the air is ink blue and dew shines on the flowers
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Out of the times of remembering
I will paint a word-painting of you
that tells the world how wonderful you are
that where others do despise me you are still trusting in me
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in a song that the wind was singing
as past me in a cool breeze it came
and some of the branches of the trees were swinging

and it was as if it was softly whispering at times
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In this cold winter
the evening wind cuts merciless
right through clothes
and in the early morning
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Although I had been hurt severely by love,
far too long I had been searching for you.
Far too long through this world I did rove,

but never did I want to remove
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geraniums, roses and snapdragons
are flowering
and even the begonias
which are sheltered on some shelves
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It was on a cold winter day
that I had met you and that night
in a dream your image were leading the way
to somewhere where there was a bright light
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