Gert Strydom Poems

I saw a traveller coming from the desert
wrapped in white cloth
and the man greeted me, asked for water
and told me about Ozymandias, the great king
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We walked on the beach
my shadow and I.
Rocks protruded
out of the sand
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My eyes fall on an abstract painting
of which my girlfriend,
wants to paint a series
that may hang in board halls
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This morning at the barbershop,
a barber is busy with the hair
of a much older grey haired man
that he is trimming neatly
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Is there an Eden somewhere,
where flowers stand in glory
or did it perish into the naught
or do we rather have to be silent
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In front of me the city lies stretched out
with pulsating cyber lights
and I wonder how many people
will see the last of life’s light tonight?
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His knowing hands
could hit nails
and lay bricks exactly right
and with his eyes,
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Enthroned in their stone effigy
with dogs at their feet
hands clasped together forever
bounded by rock
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On a sunny hot summer day
your cheeks did in rosebuds glow
the last blossoms of spring was swept away
and fruit trees did their bounty show
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I. There was a time

In the past there was a time
when magic was everywhere around me
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