Gert Strydom Poems

Sometimes there were days when the sun
hang hot in the summer afternoon
while carefree we could lay next to each other
with the fragrances of jasmine, gardenia
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when the summer sun shines down
from the unstained blue
and its hot rays shine in glory
without any clouds building up,
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Her web gleams like the spokes of a bicycle,
she weaves her own pattern out of her soul
as a decagon that she keeps rolling out,
out of her inner silver shiny pivot
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No whip has ever lashed
such an innocent man
who did choose to suffer punishment
as the Lamb of God
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Wild aloes, some proteas grow along the forest path,
some mushrooms are sprouting near to it

and doves sit cooing in trees as if in love,
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When the night takes you away,
drags you deep into sleep
how is it then for you?
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Come to our garden of flowers my love and be surprised
and see how the crowns of thorns astonish with their beauty
when you come out at the porch at the front door
Take my hand and hold onto it tightly
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When the sun sets glowing over the western horizon
and the night stretches out her long fingers
then the evening star is already glistening
while the night draws shadows in the late afternoon
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while the sky was filled with rain,
saw some lightning streaking blue-white,
lighting up some of the dark night
and the roads gleamed somewhat black
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In March when the summer is worn out
the new autumn gets new meaning
when plovers call to each other
while it feels as if the sun is saving its last summer heat
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