Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 20,319 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

At Cape Point - Poem by Gert Strydom

As I drive past Cape Point
and the winter rain sieves down,
I see the track going up the hill
and see walking up the slope
my girlfriend and I
on a long gone summer’s day.

Her smile was like the sun
and the tranquillity
as we walked up the hill
is with me still and what we said
does not matter at all

and at the top we looked
at the great rollers of the sea
where two oceans
and two strong currents meet
and saw huge waves crashing below

and through the telescope
we watched a liner sailing bye
and the wind ruffled her hair
and only the two of us were there
my girlfriend and I

and as feelings go
never have I felt a thing like that
and was the great world
as lovely as just then
and now I would give almost anything
to be back there
while my solitude
is giving way to loneliness.

[Reference: Cape point: A place where the Atlantic and Indian oceans meet and the hot Agulhas (Mozambique) and cold Benguela currents.]


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 24, 2010



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