Gert Strydom Poems

A sheer loveliness was hers from her birth,
a kind of grace
that has been quite unknown for many years
was on her face,
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Maybe we would have acted different
if we did know
quite how short our time together would be;
nothing could slow
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Hand in hand we walked through the city;
the market-place
had small stalls that sold almost anything.
On your sweet face,
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When later than usual
the sun sneaks out like a sniper,
then I do know that it is winter
while the iciness of the wind
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The pink nose of my ginger coloured Persian cat is flat
and he has got whiskers are like antenna
and he watches the weavers
where they splash in their drinking bowl
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to bits and pieces
during this spring,
when the first fruit
are still green on the branches
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and discover places as if it’s an adventure,
when I sit in the shadow of a tree,
when I observe new flowers

as if it’s the first time
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and discover places as if it’s an adventure,
when I sit in the shadow of a tree,
when I observe new flowers

as if it’s the first time
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the door is closed
locked tightly with a safety-gate,
a own calls out
when for moments I keep my breath in
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I see how a fairy
under your slim fingers
gets a face, a own life
and it’s as if she comes alive
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