Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 29,802 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

At Dusk 2 - Poem by Gert Strydom


Memories of the past day do flood my mind
and my whole world has changed from what it was before.
I see a movement at the window’s blind,
hear you walk on the wooden floor past the door
but thought struck pass the world rushes on
and the setting sun says that the day is gone.


At twilight my study is a peaceful place
and you walk in with a bright smile on your face
and the tranquillity is no longer mine
but outside nature is at rest as if touched by the divine
and inside it’s only you and I
while the first stars do touch a pitch black sky.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

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