Gert Strydom, 5 sierpnia 2014
Maybe I am now dreaming
but time and destiny
keep making plans and throwing their own dawdles
and who knows when events are to happen?
Gert Strydom, 4 sierpnia 2014
When I did arrive
there were sparks in both of your golden-brown eyes
when I found you in your garden at the roses
and how eagerly I wanted to kiss you,
when I did chase up
a small weaver
while your body did gleam through your dress
and the spring was blossoming around us.
Gert Strydom, 4 sierpnia 2014
There are rays falling through the window
where as small girl plays with her doll
and she is caught in her own small universe,
are busy distributing empty cups full of tea.
Years later the sun again falls hot on the floor
and it’s a woman peeping through her long hair at me.
Gert Strydom, 1 sierpnia 2014
Almost timeless a wave breaks white
where we walk bare foot to the bay.
In the early evening the sky is star speckled
and out of one of the beach houses a joyful noise resounds.
From the distance the light of the lighthouse beacons
when small pebbles hurt our feet
and the city, the beach and sea is a beautiful vista
while a wave breaks washing over our feet
and you yell happily when we get wet from a bigger breaker
and to me you are far past pretty
as if your face does not change with time
and in the distance a car drives down the mountain pass
and I wonder if another night like this will come
and with happiness we are both astonished and surprised.
Gert Strydom, 1 sierpnia 2014
She broke in to me, into my life
and slowly displaced my friends,
my hobbies, even my fantasies
but in her reality
there was something tender and sweet
and it was if it was meant for us to be
much more than just friends
and we were denizens in our brand new country
where we dared for posterity
but were still totally free
from the bonding that marriage brings
and far too quickly our time together
passed before destiny tore her out of life.
Gert Strydom, 31 lipca 2014
Love keeps flowering
and sometimes it comes brutally
filled with a type of energy
like revolutions over the sheets
and at other times softly and swishing in
like the tides
where you lay against me with your thighs
or through the gospels of mad hermits
I am overwhelmed by your passion
are swallowed by it.
When the sun hangs as if painted on a canvas
and I only get more and more of you
then you become a small perfumed garden around me
where lilies,
roses and the most beautiful carnations
open their cups.
Gert Strydom, 31 lipca 2014
We sit on a balcony
and look at the harbour, the beach
and the small town
where fishermen make their life
out of the sea,
where a few boats bob up and down
and some gulls flap against the strong wind
that makes white horses of the waves
and on you towel you are busy
to get mahogany brown
and when the sun draws level
we walk to a restaurant
that is close to the beach
to enjoy dishes of roasted fish
and some soft drinks.
Gert Strydom, 29 lipca 2014
Around us the whispering rain falls
during a Cape winter
with the wind blowing gusty
shaking the windows in their frames.
Sometimes the sieving rain glitter
like pearls in your hair
in the bright candle light
and the heat of the fireplace
is like love that spreads out wider
as if you are throwing out a fragrant blanket
that is covering us
and everything else in the room
and the smell of the rain
penetrates everywhere
and do witness of a new beginning
with us both in it.
Gert Strydom, 29 lipca 2014
In the garden a honeybee spins urgently
around and around a flower,
white butterflies glide on the wind
when they come still nearer
but I am caught by your loveliness
are at times speechless
that someone so wonderful does love me
while you are busy planting small seedlings.
Gert Strydom, 28 lipca 2014
Eagerly I want to go with you that I do love
to the South coast, to Margate, to Uvongo
but before we can start our journey
there is floodwater that sweeps the beach away,
days continue with the sun in its orbit
and nothing still stays untouched
and so it’s with my own conceit
where my body is already growing old
but love remains immortal in you
and to the march of time it has got no concern.
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