Tankas About Namaqualand Poem by Gert Strydom

Tankas About Namaqualand



In hot Namakwaland
small flowers blanket the ground,
everywhere seeds sprout
turning the world beautiful
into white, blue and orange.
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Against a rock slope
grows a big old quiver tree,
finger pointing to
the sky, between white boulders
lying around in the grass.
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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
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Yellow spring flowers
contrasts against old granite
that stand without life
against the blue horizon,
with time sand and rock remains.
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In a land full of
contradictions, petals peep
out of the hot sand
with some small red heads rising
covering bulbs in the dirt.
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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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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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