Gert Strydom Poems

If I want to think straight
I will find something beautiful
in the things that lies between us
that comes out of the pain.
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I see a blind man this morning
with dark glasses
and a cream coloured jacket
leading a blind woman
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There’s palm trees that grows in a row
down Nelson Mandela drive
and I wonder how they survive
and are full of life and vibrance,
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I know somebody that says things
without thinking about it
and without caring
about the impact of words.
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It’s six o’clock on a Friday morning
and I wait for my bus
and across the street,
the lights are burning cheerful and yellow
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The air is grey
and the cold bites with the rain
and this morning, there’s fog folding around me
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It’s as if this winter
is more deadly,
than the cold with which it bothers.
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The air is overcast and grey
and the cold chills with the rain
and the end of our love cuts right through me.
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Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.
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The flags at the Pretoria news hangs limp
hangs limp
while I walk to the bus stop
and a man with a straw hat
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