Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,916 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

At The Blue Pool - Poem by Gert Strydom

Just past Mayville
is the place,
where we find coolness.

The pool lies square
like the place in Bethesda,
that brings comfort and healing
and there are children
diving in jolly and jumping in splashing.

The sun is white hot
in the heaven
and there are big green trees,
which at places
gives dark cool shades.

I look at the water lying
open, cold and sparkling blue
stretched out,
almost like a small lake
or the wave less sea
of Galilee
and when you dive in an arch
and the water folds
tender round you.

I go in more sensible
to keep water out of my ears
and there are men making bombs,
children baptising each other
and some clinging to their parents,
girls falling in love,
women floating
in the arms of their husbands
and you are circling that like an acrobat,
scouting the blue.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009



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