What Does Remain? Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Daleen / Helena Enslin)

The rays of the sun caress as if you are kissing me,
I smell lucerne that is blue over the field,
where your beauty does strangely change things in dreams
It's my sub-conscious where I miss you.
I have written thousands of poems to you,
in vain tried to teach you how sonnets are written,
in the field where we caress my body is stiff
and next to me you lie stretched out in dreams
but with first-light every yellow-weaver gambols,
do awake me alone with great sorrow,
but the fragrance of jasmine lingers and I think of you
and I wonder what does determine meaninglessness:
for months I have waited true and full of hope
and did not expect the divorce that you planned.
[Reference: "Vir jou" (For you) by Daleen / Helena Enslin

Poet's note I am quoting her lovely poem here:


"For you" by Daleen / Helena Enslin

"Life awakens
between the dry-window
of remembering."

"Butterfly soft flutters verse-thoughts
on fields of for-get-me-not flowers
where they cover me."

"Your voice, your laughter,
could awake fountains of water
in my memory."6

"I wanted to trust you
with my verse-secrets
and write them down for you, "

"without restriction of age
caress you until the sun rises,
give myself over to you without regret."

"But it's only my flight of imagination,
my fields of flowers
and when the drops fall,
there are only gaps
where you were once."]