Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2014
I hear the Sugar-bush-hillocks breathing,
a jackal howling in the night,
see a few bats turning in the moonlight
and hear turtledoves cooing in the dark
with the smell of flowering proteas in the air.
Gert Strydom, 18 czerwca 2014
While technology makes life
more comfortable
man has become estranged
from the purpose of his existence
and slowly life starts
to only turn around the self
and people wonder
if a God does really exist
so as if with time
they are becoming gods themselves.
Gert Strydom, 18 czerwca 2014
We wait upon a new tomorrow
where life is different
and are astounded with each new morning
that the experience of the day
just stays the same
and sometimes I wonder how the days would be
without hope, promises and wishes
and we are bound to the whirlpool of destiny
and of time
as only humans
and in today all of the things do lie
that makes every new tomorrow a reality.
Gert Strydom, 18 czerwca 2014
From my first glance of you, when we did meet,
love did begin
and now its presence is so very great
it feels as sin
when you draw near to me, it’s clear to me
that I can win
nothing more and it’s like no other thing
when love grows selfless without questioning.
Gert Strydom, 17 czerwca 2014
Early the morning dew shimmers
over the grass where over his eyes goes
where he is clinging to a branch
and his glance travels on and on
as if the entire world is his
and everything that can be prey on is spied upon
from where the sun is only colouring the horizon
and even a dot carries meaning.
When Cain killed Abel he was a witness
and came to his own element
while Abel’s life did grow faint after a deadly blow
and over the animals fleeing in fear he was astounded
but was hungry with the first smell of blood
while the whole world around him did shudder
and his screeching call did quiver
while he wanted to tear and devour
when he did find a new source of food
and from that time he was a dark child
that wanders continually ready
on the wings of the wind.
© Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom, 17 czerwca 2014
If you want to place your darling wife in words
it’s not with a sober eye that you look at her
and when you want to remember her face and even her eyes
you are time and again astonished by her character
and every word stays in the fog of the mind
when you wonder if her eyes are blue, green or grey
while you do realize that what you write is untrue to her
as part of a greater whole that you want to replace
and when you only look too near at small things
a hand is only a hand and an eye an eye
wherein character and intellect burn behind the viewers
which looks completely different in the whole picture
where character can raise a person to an angel
or from a still greater scope to only a speck in the sand.
Gert Strydom, 17 czerwca 2014
My God is not just an icon
that still hangs on a cross
and where I go He walks along
and He is present
in every moment.
He knows every human being intimately
sees every tear,
hears every prayer
and when darkness folds its arms around me
I am still in His company.
Let others believe what the want
His love urges me
to believe in Him.
Gert Strydom, 17 czerwca 2014
I see a gull with wings swept back
fall into the deeper blue
and with power ascend from the ocean
with a codfish of which the tail hits to both sides
and its shade glides over the mirror smooth surface with a fish
when that bird is just for another moment there.
Gert Strydom, 13 czerwca 2014
It’s with ice that the winter comes
and with sadness the wind is blowing
when just an empty loneliness remains
and I do not anymore hear your beautiful words
when just before daybreak the dew changes to ripe
that even makes the bigger plants wilt,
the tracks in my heart are blown away
and even when we are together I do miss you.
Gert Strydom, 13 czerwca 2014
There is ice in the wind
and here and there a flower wilts
are devoured by the ripe
and when the moon rise brightly
leaves whirl around everywhere.
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