Gert Strydom Poems

I ride on a little ship round which the storm foams
with the sea trying with green fingers
to drag me down to its depths.
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You believe in the mystery of cards falling,
a star jumping by in the dark sky
tealeaves that you stir,
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Only the darkness heard the words
of two spectre figures
in the old bushy park
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A black sleep near to death
surrounds me and everything between you and me,
while police patrol cars
with flashing lights and sirens
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That by nature man is born
in a world where destruction is set
where each infant is met
with a build in thorn
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That by nature man is born
in a world where destruction is set
where each infant is met
with a build in thorn
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In the change of day and night,
the change of seasons
we see the beauty of Your great light
falling on man for Your just and hallowed reasons.
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Who and what I am no one really knows
and the things in my mind
at times like a tornado blows
for a place of escape to find
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Do not tell me about your love,
put the things between us in words
as loneliness surrounds me
and every time that you do not phone
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Just before opening the draw
big green eyes with black pupils
peep at me.
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