Gert Strydom Poems

I hear the Sugar-bush-hillocks breathing,
a jackal howling in the night,
see a few bats turning in the moonlight
and hear turtledoves cooing in the dark
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Without human control it moves on
and soon a day, a night, a week is gone
while no human science can make it pause;
or has capacity to turn time to stone.
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The wonder of being you,
surrounds my whole world
brings joy, spontaneity and beauty,
throws light
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Like every coloured leave
falling in the autumn
with trees standing skeleton
the days of each human being runs out
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When that moment suddenly comes beautifully
while you clothes fall at your feet
you slowly fold open like a pure white flower
and my life, my universe comes to a standstill
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(in answer to Anne Sexton)

With stars exploding above my head
the moon creeping
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The orange-red colour of the new morning,
the first blossoming flower of spring
and up in the big old oak tree
the chatter of little birds that sing,
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In each raindrop there is a kind of magic,
magic in the falling blue-white thunder,
the thunder that in a flash downward flick
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Like some roots anchoring the same big tree
in life you do constantly anchor me
at times when it is really very dark
your very presence covers me like bark
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Sometimes the things I do and say
is like a sword a that I do sway
and it’s not mine to take up
but yet I do it day by day.
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