Flowers Of Mercy Poem by Gert Strydom

In the field they are scattered
pink, white and brown-red
and emerge by them self
as if by mercy

and shoot up between blades of grass
and weeds
and the brittle heads
looks almost plastic fine

and still there’s nothing artificial
where the flowers stand in the veldt
with only the rain and sun
going over them.

Your love I also found
so unplanted,
which by its own accord
grows into my depths
and through hard times
still stays with me.

Other flowers
want to bloom around me
and I try and cut old feelings
down short,
as you are the flower
of flowers to me
and I just want to grow
deeper into your soul.