Gert Strydom Poems

The lightning falls with the rain
with a thundering sound
and something of its essence does remain
within the ground
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Like a tree trunk or a piece of wood
that is being carried along
by a river or the sea
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(After Divena Collins)

Love is much more than only chemistry
a kind of binding, feeling that comes free
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On the highway a female traffic cop pulls me off
and with a book and pen
she trots to the window
which glides electrically into the frame.
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A stairway wounds up to a springy height
where my body reaches high against the blue sky,
the pool's is small against my eye,
where I stand in contemplation
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With her light purple breast that gleams
a blue jay descends to the fallow land
where she dances around in sorrow
like a welding flame that impudently trembles
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As soldiers we have smelt the scorching flames
of man made hell,
witnesses to the effects of exploding
shell upon shell,
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The day is icy, grey,
drawn closed, as heavy as lead and wet,
with a southeaster that grabs
that searches for somewhere to hold on to
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I do not love you for who you are
but for what you make me,
for how you bring the days to meaning,
touch me with love
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