Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
Far too quickly life passes by,
while on this world am I
and to this very day I do not know
to what end time does constantly fly.
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
Far too quickly life passes by,
while on this world am I
and to this very day I do not know
to what end time does constantly fly.
Gert Strydom, 15 march 2013
On the plain a old lion searches
the world with his eyes and nose
before it stretch with nails spread out,
roars with thunder echoing over the cliffs,
causing the gazelle to tear away wildly
asking younger lions to come and fight,
while some cubs drink from their mother.
Gert Strydom, 15 march 2013
(in answer to Daleen Enslin-Strydom)
There are moments in every day
when the small things
that are happening brings
a sense of belonging
makes my thoughts, my longings stray,
to you and like a child
in faith, in trust
you are my hope, the one
when all other things are gone.
Sometimes it’s difficult to find tranquillity
to be the one that you expect me to be
but our love has got wings that overreach
each new tomorrow
and it goes far beyond sorrow and pain
we are no longer just each to each
and something does remain
something that is really great and sublime
as if from the first moment in time
we were created to be together
as if hard wired into our souls
we are to be never alone.
From far beyond the sun, stars,
planets and galaxies beyond the know universe
our time and place in the sun was set;
before we had even met
you were destined to be my wife
and I have know that a time will come
as if our being together was written in stone.
[Reference: “A place in the sun” by Daleen Enslin-Strydom.]
Gert Strydom, 15 march 2013
Very few birds are so impressive
as the lammergeyer
with its three meter stretched out wings
when it glides circling
high above the mountains.
Legends tell that this bird
snatches people and fly away with them
but the weak claws and feet
contradicts these tales
and in spite of its size
the lammergeyer is a timid and shy bird
that lives from carrion
and it eats the remains of animals
like a vulture
and it carries the large bones
to tremendous heights
to drop upon rocks
to break them open
before it circles down
to peck up the bits of marrow.
Gert Strydom, 15 march 2013
With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam
and at full speed they turn away
With their manes blowing in the wind
they gallop with thunder coming from their hoofs
as horses that run free under a blue sky.
With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam
before somewhere they stop to graze
with their manes blowing in the wind
on the beach next to the narrow beach
and they look tame but are wild
With their manes blowing in the wind
they run with open mouths that foam.
Gert Strydom, 14 march 2013
When the night sneaks near
and suddenly comes almost unexpectedly
as if it’s a visitor
then you come and knock on my heart,
then you become the nearest star
when you steal the light from the moon
and it’s in your arms that I lay,
where I find my rest and peace
until the sunlight surprises us.
Gert Strydom, 14 march 2013
I need you,
I need you to think of me,
and in the darkness
I want to see your big shining eyes,
I want to feel your heart beating in your chest,
I want to quench my thirst of you,
I want to hear the tinkle of your laughter,
I want to feel you when we lay spooned together
and I do need you
to love me without any restraint.
Gert Strydom, 14 march 2013
Come my darling,
come and be reckless with me
and let us tonight
swim nakedly under the stars,
let the moonlight reflect with a golden shine
on your wet white skin
when you get out of the swimming-pool,
let your eyes be big like fountains
where in I read
the depth of your love for me.
Gert Strydom, 13 march 2013
I. Far too rapid (rondelet)
Far too rapid
the long hot summer days sweep past
Far too rapid
love turns to something insipid
and it’s as if spring cannot last
as life does end when days seems vast;
far too rapid...
II. There is a secret power (triolet)
There is a secret power
that pours down with the summer rain
and something special in every shower
There is a secret power
when flowers grow to loveliness in every bower
and with love their impressions do remain
There is a secret power
that pours down with the summer rain
III. Disablement
The garden is reflected in the bright window glass
while the summer rain is splashing down
and flowers swish to and thro, point upward
but they are gone in winter and in summer do reappear.
In this way you find a own kind of disablement
when it seems that a relationship only brings a kind of evil
as if love also at a time does reappear
as if it perishes in winter and in summer is bountiful again.
IV. While in seed hidden lies life’s awakening might (Rondel Prime)
When the irises flower purple, blue and white
early in the month of April
and they bloom lovely before the winter chill
then there is something special to each day and night
when the last heat is still in the sun’s light
before winter stretches out its hand over the dale and hill.
When the irises flower purple, blue and white
early in the month of April
then the early autumn is a colourful sight
as falling leaves does the countryside fill
before winter comes as it will
while in seed hidden lies life’s awakening might
when the irises flower purple, blue and white
early in the month of April
V. In winter
Stripped trees are each a mere skeleton
as if they are separated from each other
and starkly alone with branch
that reaches like fingers up to the heaven
while a strong wind devours the leaves,
lurching them away and spreading them everywhere
and still every tree remain near to each other
where you see them etched against the rising sun.
Sleep softly my darling
while the winter wind sings outside,
tries to come in like a wild animal,
as it rattles the windows of the entire house.
Lie cosily and in easy in our bed
while the rain sieves down
and the sun is stole
as if it’s lost for the whole of winter
and when the smell of new life
spreads softly through everything
and our hearts do jump with joy
under the anaesthetic of love
and I look to where your hair is spread out
like a dashing mane
with peace written over your entire face
[Remark: Please note that in the Northern and Southern hemispheres of earth the seasons are opposite from each other.]
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