Gert Strydom Poems

My eyes fall on an abstract painting
of which my girlfriend,
wants to paint a series
that may hang in board halls
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I. There was a time

In the past there was a time
when magic was everywhere around me
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When he looked at Calypso, while she enticed him,
when the fire in her loins folded around him
he trusted his own humanity to her,
if he denied this he would be lying
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This morning at the barbershop,
a barber is busy with the hair
of a much older grey haired man
that he is trimming neatly
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Is there an Eden somewhere,
where flowers stand in glory
or did it perish into the naught
or do we rather have to be silent
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In front of me the city lies stretched out
with pulsating cyber lights
and I wonder how many people
will see the last of life’s light tonight?
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His knowing hands
could hit nails
and lay bricks exactly right
and with his eyes,
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Enthroned in their stone effigy
with dogs at their feet
hands clasped together forever
bounded by rock
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On a sunny hot summer day
your cheeks did in rosebuds glow
the last blossoms of spring was swept away
and fruit trees did their bounty show
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Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
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