Gert Strydom Poems

This morning I am waiting
on the light
to start the day
and thinking about something
...

I sit in the shade
under the chestnut-tree
with the golden ginger cat on my lap
who pushes his front paws
...

some wantonness,
a private, intimate, secret blessing
does now possess
...

Early this morning
when you waked me up
I experienced your tender smell
like a garden of fresh flowers blooming
...

A full red moon
hangs in the night sky
and birds fly past in silhouette
...

That night guns roared
all around us everywhere
and the field was acrid
with the smell
...

My two dogs patrol the yard
from side to side
and walk along the wall
with the street
...

I will die and go to my father
without any further postponement, now
I will take my car and to the road,
...

Whom but your mothers back in Havana
and some in Luanda
mourn your lost or knows
that you were slaughtered in battle
...

Even the sun
that used to smile for me
has begun to go frail
and as the season run on
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