Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,043 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Tankas About Namaqualand - Poem by Gert Strydom

In hot Namakwaland
small flowers blanket the ground,
everywhere seeds sprout
turning the world beautiful
into white, blue and orange.
*
Against a rock slope
grows a big old quiver tree,
finger pointing to
the sky, between white boulders
lying around in the grass.
*
Poison mountain’s large plain,
at the large sandstone massif
is daisied snow white
where the big deadly wild garden
looks pretty from a distance
*
Yellow spring flowers
contrasts against old granite
that stand without life
against the blue horizon,
with time sand and rock remains.
*
In a land full of
contradictions, petals peep
out of the hot sand
with some small red heads rising
covering bulbs in the dirt.
*
The ice-cold sea wash
against the oven hot dry land,
burning like hell
with nights very dark and cold,
being lonely with great thirst.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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