Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

Winter creeps into the room
like a gigantic personality,
foggy vapor rises
from the warm breaths around me
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Why do words not come easy to me?
When I try to explain the difficulties of life
I do get stuck with a pen on paper
and life lies empty in front of me.
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The love of God manifested in Christ
is an indication
of His peace and blessings.
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White painted houses are in a row
with the cobalt-blue ocean as a background
and the colours are changing constantly
as the sun lowers itself over the horizon
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As the last hours of the day dwindle
twilight dims the bush-veldt sky,
sun beetles silence themselves
in recognition of the night.
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I do remember you, the fragrance of your clothes,
the distinct smell of the veldt
and the odour of your rum and maple tobacco;
the only thing that was certain to me
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Days without your linger
as if they are endless.

I do look for you everywhere
but you are nowhere to be found.
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(to my husband Gert Strydom)

When the day ends like a lily that closes
and darkens like your hand before your eyes,
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Everybody wants to have a home,
a place where they do belong,
a space to be themselves
where the life-masks that they wear
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The fresh breeze awakes our senses
while we walk hand in hand on the shore
and we watch the sea that frolics as it plays,
vibrantly dancing the can-can of the wind.
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