Gert Strydom Poems

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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I

This earth, climate, country in 2013
where I have been placed by destiny
by birth as a man among men
is not mine and this isn’t mutiny,
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I

On some clear days clouds gather dark,
bringing water showers
blotting out the sun, holding energy that spark
letting water sieve, pelt down on trees, bushes and flowers.
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