Gert Strydom, 21 august 2013
In many of my dreams you were
and I did wait
while the days almost endless
was passing me
and the spring, the summer, the autumn and winter
covered me
before you came suddenly into my life
and it’s as if my life started anew again.
Gert Strydom, 21 august 2013
Throughout my life I have waited on you,
have waited that you would come
with the kind of hope that a person finds in faith
and in my more mature years
I do trust you like a child blindly
and the days turn around
while I arise each morning
to see you again, my darling.
Gert Strydom, 21 august 2013
(after Dorothy Parker)
Time after time dies
the new buds of the rose,
and the seasons fill the skies
as life passes on and day after day goes.
I love you with all my heart,
with unselfishness
and never we will part
or be able to love each other less
and there’s something in loving again,
while every day is different from before,
some are full of sunshine other full of rain
and every day we do adore each other more and much more
while days string on and on
and sweep us along.
[Reference: “Recurrence” by Dorothy Parker.]
Gert Strydom, 20 august 2013
When the rain fell for fourteen days
the yellow peaches did get ripe
while streams washed like rivers
and sheep and even cattle drowned,
the dust roads became muddy
while the rain poured down
as if without end.
and on a particular day
the sun shone while it was raining
with the pouring drops
shining bright like diamonds
but the farmers were trapped on their farms
by streams that crossed roads,
that where flowing strong like rivers
and where they were praying constantly for rain
they started to beg the Lord
for the rain to end..
Gert Strydom, 20 august 2013
The cold sneaks in through the windows
and before you know it winter has begin
when the ripe lies around freezing everywhere,
while the grass is brown like the ground
and the branches of the trees are stripped
while the world lies naked and open
but then a person realizes
that it is a time of rest
and in all of nature
there is a silent slumbering
when the cold
pierces tot the depths of everything.
Gert Strydom, 20 august 2013
When it starts to rain miserable at the sea
then the holidaymakers want to go home
and then everyone turns
on the sea and beach their back
and suddenly everybody is unhappy
that bad weather does also exist at the sea
and many are angry and moody
when they do return to where they live.
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2013
Sometimes I just want to be with you
and I want to stand close to you,
want to break your mouth open with my tongue
but days just go on
and sometimes a kind of deep fear comes
that everything is just passing
and far too quickly week upon week goes by
while the hour-work keeps ticking.
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2013
Just to you deeply I have bound my heart
and then I did trust you
with personal things that can destroy my life,
and I do hold onto you
as if you are a barrier against every danger.
You are my wife,
my companion, my friend – more than this -
the one in whose hands I am placing everything.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2013
In my thoughts I see you
lying stretched out on our bed
with pyjamas clinging to you,
curtains drawn shut
and the big duvet is somewhat blue
and you are covered from your toes to your breast
when the sun goes dim
and inside are you and I.
Gert Strydom, 15 august 2013
There is a light in her eyes as they shine bright,
as in the twinkling yellow-green starry skies,
and in the night, dressed up she is a sight,
that draws admiring glances from men, women’s eyes;
as a royal princess as if it’s her right
she is treated but I know where her heart lies;
to meet her some men are in a kind of fright,
as no one her grace and loveliness denies.
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