Gert Strydom Poems

Black frost fall killing, chilling
plants and grass to death
while a tiny sickle moon
watches flimsy
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Like ominous foreign flying objects
the black and grey clouds do come
with strange shapes
before they do become a solid mass
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I saw them getting
in front of the line for the bus,
a blind couple
stopping just at the edge of the road
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As a boy I lived in the midlands
not very far from the blue raging sea,
life was carefree without any demands,
in the mountains did find some tranquillity
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Everyone of us do know
that alone
as we do come into life
we do leave it,
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There is something great to the early morning
that remains with me,
when the sky is more pure and bluer
than cobalt-blue,
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A man with dark glasses,
and a bulge under the left arm
of his sports jacket,
was dropped off
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When you were my little brother,
the night frightened you,
as if the darkness
had something unimaginable,
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Delimited as self, as man, as a person,
a human being
I see the steady passing of day
in its determined egress of escaping light,
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In an old dilapidate farmhouse
I saw the gossamer strings
webbed in corners, at windows
shining in a haze of light
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