Gert Strydom Poems

The sounds of cars, trucks, trains disappear
when the night comes dark and suddenly the moon shines.
Somewhere outside a dove calls to its mate
and amber lights wink one after the other
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Remind me about how it once was
when we were newly in love,
about how neatly our lives fitted into each other’s
before the time when the hurting did begin.
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as misfortune, terrible things are headline news.
An unusual sudden flood, a tornado that destroys,
people dying gruesome somewhere else
draws readers and more and more newspapers are sold.
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Each of my forefathers stood their man
and in the evening with a Bible they sat around a table,
from the dark early hours they did already farm
and they stayed trusting the heavenly Father.
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Its night and up ahead I hear a loud bang
of metal upon metal and breaking, falling glass
when in front of me the cars suddenly brake
and somewhat macabre a horse grazes on in the field.
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when the first peach blossoms flower
while birds call out of the bright blue sky
A bee buzzes past in its flight
and the year turns back to summer
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Foxhounds bark and tare away
with tails in the air
like guiding antennas
as if chasing a spectral bone
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Nowhere else my heart can be found
as you are my true beloved
and still we remain sheltered in each other
although the worst destroying winds of life do blow
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Early in the late night
your hand creeps hot and soft over my breast,
and I feel emotion and a deeper urge burn.
Early in the late night
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That simultaneously
love can be both full of pleasure and pain,
can be full of times of despair and grief
and still can bring the greatest joy
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