Arrival [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

Arrival [2]

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The morning sun hangs bright
over the city,
in a light blue sky
and False Bay, the big flat old mountain
and the ocean is a hue
of navy blue
while I land only for a visit.

Reflecting window doors open
by themselves as if magically
revealing a land of wonder
where the wind bristles through my hair,
hawkers, car guards gather
like a flock of flies buzzing everywhere

and thinking that I missed you,
you fail to turn up
I walk to a waiting taxi
and suddenly like a materializing angel
you are there in sheer beauty,
running up to me, into my arms
and it feels as if I haven’t been gone,
as if this city could again be home.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ramesh Rai 13 May 2015

Wow! A beautiful soothing write as if breeze has touched the warming soul. Thanks for share.

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Gajanan Mishra 13 May 2015

in sheer beauty, I like it, thanks.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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