Gert Strydom Poems

Around us the whispering rain falls
during a Cape winter
with the wind blowing gusty
shaking the windows in their frames.
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Sincere, sweet, bright, lovely and very true
with a will that does not easily bend
as my love the great creator has made you,
to accompany me towards the world’s end.
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and sometimes when I talk to You it feels as if I am not get through
as if only the four walls and do hear me
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I smell the fragrance of the falling rain
hear how startled the wild horses snort,
see the dust-line of the wild wind savagely
blowing sand and leaves
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There is ice in the wind
and here and there a flower wilts
are devoured by the ripe
and when the moon rise brightly
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In the heat of your body
in this winter I do find
warmth, escape and fulfilment of desire
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Playing Mig roulette, along we would drive
without cover,
listening for reports from commandos
then pull over,
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More pretty than a flower you are to me,
when in the morning you pass in the road,
when you hair shines, when I get a smile.
More pretty than a flower,
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(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

In every day’s longing, in the sheer need
of how life is,
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As I had a walk on the path on the hill
the wind did swish and then it was quite still
the flowering of the aloes had begun
amongst the rocks in the summer sun.
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