Gert Strydom Poems

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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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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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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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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Outside a swarm of doves peck yellow maize,
my heart gallops
along the dusty roads
of the lower town
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This morning like every other one
You touch here and there in your preparations
And outside a myriad of sparrows fly past
When you put on the light and sleepy I open my eyes.
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With you that do love me
I do not know what to expect
and without you I will miss my whole life
and you are in every night and day.
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African coots and wild geese drift past
the bulrushes and bushes of reeds
and deeper in the marsh
there is something that comes alive.
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