Haiku’s Of Love Poem by Gert Strydom

Haiku’s Of Love



When the small death folds
around us, both of us sweat
and die together

you drive your nails in
I hear you moan, see your glance
the whole world sweeps past.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 30 April 2014

Very moving and beautiful pieces! Well done!

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Ray Schreiber 26 April 2011

Nice... well done. It's good to drag haiku out of the tepid world of frogs, ponds and dragonflies and heat its seventeen syllables on the hotplate of desire.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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