Much More Than Just Sound Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Joan St. Leger Lindbergh)

I
While writing poems losing the words, the sound,
the images in the mind
is like bliss fading away
into life in a harsh winter-day
and then again them to find,
is to set my feet and heart on solid ground

II
and somewhere in all of this are you
the one whom I do adore
and yet words are not impish things,
but the sound of which the heart and soul rings,
the implements that make life much more,
while my love for you is sincere and true,

III

where you do bring joy to the nothingness,
do bring the magic that just happens with intimacy,
while eternal moments constantly do come and go
and you I do like my own heartbeat know
while the perfect woman you are to me,
in a cold world like sunshine do bring true happiness.

[Reference: "Just sound" by Joan St. Leger Lindbergh from her volume of poems: "Waves, " published by Lindlife, Kalk Bay.1994.
Poet's note: I am quoting her poem "Just Sound" here:

"Losing the sound of words
Is like losing one's guts.
Discovering them again
Is like a penal thrust
Through clouds and mire
Suddenly to find that, actually,
You can come again!
So easily lost, these impish things
That make sense of nothingness.
To be able to hold them again
Is like a golden ball
Of fulfilled desire."]