Gert Strydom Poems

The air is grey
and the cold bites with the rain
and this morning, there’s fog folding around me
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It’s as if this winter
is more deadly,
than the cold with which it bothers.
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The air is overcast and grey
and the cold chills with the rain
and the end of our love cuts right through me.
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Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.
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The flags at the Pretoria news hangs limp
hangs limp
while I walk to the bus stop
and a man with a straw hat
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This morning six thirty
we drive past a church
where a lot of cars are already parked.
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Like it’s for thousand of years
the earth spins faithful
in its orbit around the sun
and the moon appears,
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I see a Super power
reaching out her hand
and trying and to change
places in the world
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Last night the stars
in the sky was bright
and the moon,
was in a sickle shape
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Every poet waits
for a really great poem
to take form
in words,
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