My Words Are Set Poem by Gert Strydom

My Words Are Set



I do not set my sails
to the wind,
as it’s a thing
that at times
blow in all directions.

How can anyone
stay true,
if he doesn’t set
the right direction?

My words are set
like cuneiform writing
notched into rock.

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Gert Strydom

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Johannesburg, South Africa
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