Gert Strydom

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

While The Storm Outside Is Quieting Down [2] - Poem by Gert Strydom

While the storm outside is quieting down
the last lightning bolts falls slamming
sounding like canon shots,
you are busy peeling an orange
and from fright you hand stops still
while we listen to the voice of the God.

While the storm outside is quieting down
the last lightning bolts falls slamming,
I polish the my pair of glasses,
you are again peeling in thin orange strips
that folds around your hand when you remember something
as if something has walked over your grave you are shuddering
while the storm outside is quieting down.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011


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