Gert Strydom, 29 października 2013
Suddenly the arrival of spring is not disguised
when wild flowers are blooming over the hills and dales
and the signs are suddenly everywhere
that live sometimes does astound.
There is heat coming back into the sun,
on the breeze is the fragrance of falling rain
and in the distance at times blue-white flashes roar
when the first fruit trees starts to flower.
In the whole world there is rejoicing
and where my life at a time was empty
You did also walk on the road ahead
and like spring Your works is in everything
when all of life in my maturity fits together
and continually buds out like spring.
Gert Strydom, 28 października 2013
At a time I wanted to flee away from you
but the remembering continually catches up with me
and your summer laughter resounds in my ears,
your heart beats in my blood
and from love nobody can escape
or even walk away
and it’s as if you are a part of me
and later this afternoon when you walk in the door
I will be happy to see you,
we will talk about the things of the day,
together wonder about the things of tomorrow
and at dusk we will see the evening star.
Gert Strydom, 28 października 2013
I deeply treaded into your trap
and when I was in it
I did not want to escape and could not
as your arms were around me
and your lips were upon mine
and it was dangerous territory
were shots at times were fired
and words at times left holes like bullets.
On the borderline somewhere between love and hate,
we found each other as those that are wounded
and we could talk for hours
where in the long grass we did take cover
and at times we stood in the shadows of trees
to rest for moments, to hide in each other,
to look at the bright great white moon
and while enemies, lions
and female tigers were sneaking past
we tried to hide further from the barrage of fire,
from bouncing bullets of the good intentions of others
and we fled through an overflowing river
and almost drowned in it
and now that your arms are around me
I have nowhere to go and I am missing
in your love, your humanity and your body.
Gert Strydom, 25 października 2013
It did rain for days
sometimes hard and at other times soft
and the thunder flashed blue-white
while all of nature was waiting on refreshment
but in our home we were sheltered comfortable,
we smelled the rain, heard the birds sing.
Together we did spend that time,
found something wonderful in each small thing
and the lawn was suddenly green
while new flowers were rising everywhere
and others did bloom in the new season of spring,
did astound us with their smell and beauty
and between us there was a tighter band
of love that goes deeper than feelings and the mind.
Gert Strydom, 25 października 2013
This afternoon I wanted to catch a moment in the sun with you
as if pulling out weeds in the garden after the spring rain
could bring something special to our being together
and with you I wanted time to linger
as if I was longing for wonderful moments
and the whole afternoon we were together and alone,
our conversation was about general things
in a garden with flower blooming and bird song
and then I realised about a garden of the heart
where the sun also does sometimes shine
and thunder clouds do come at times
in moments of pain and sorrow
and there was something special in being together
with the sun shining around us.
Gert Strydom, 24 października 2013
Glory be to God
for all things bright and beautiful,
the lights everyone;
the rising and the setting sun,
the moon and all the stars
small flowers and huge trees,
the birds in the sky’s canopy
and everything that I can see
and that He made me free
to chose my own company.
Gert Strydom, 24 października 2013
In His great arithmetic
and at a exact time
God spoke and the great wide world awoke
coming in effect to His exact design
at a instant as at chime
the earth as a revolving sphere
placed at the right spot in space
to circle around a bright hot sun
and every thing naturally falling in place
with nothing cosmetic,
all functioning as it was supposed to be
and when all was set and done
He made man, a free willed living being,
designed in His own image
and He was satisfied
that everything was well.
Gert Strydom, 23 października 2013
(“Though lovers be lost love shall not.”
Dylan Thomas)
It’s not the fault of summer
that the heat at a time does depart
and that it’s only limited to a season
but love that does continually burn high
like the summer sun
does endure against the timid mouldiness
of each season
and when the days of autumns comes,
when the coldness of winter slowly sneaks nearer
then the days turn around again
and in the years of old age
love still is strong
and when you and I are lost to each other
then there is a time and place
where our love finds us again
and brings us back to each other
as if our love has got an endless summer.
Gert Strydom, 23 października 2013
When words pull meaning to pieces
then I want to embrace you
and hold you gently against me
and by actions begin to say things to you,
pick a bunch of red roses from the garden
as a token of my love,
put more time into our being together
and bring colour to the continuous white of life,
try to bring healing to the scars of your youth
and cover everything that does bother
in a big hole in the ground.
Gert Strydom, 22 października 2013
The blackbird of the night
covers the sky
and it’s rather dark
as if the stars are dim
and on this night some are gone
and there’s something electric blue
in its colouring.
Maybe the feathers
of a white breasted crow
with some clouds here and there,
some would say
or something more menacing
than a type of raven
is tonight in the air,
like a vulture
or some kind of giant eagle
with huge ripping claws,
but to me there’s lightning
that I see reflected in its coat
with blue-white bolts
flashing down suddenly
and later when the rain is gone
the sweet notes of a songbird
is in the air
and maybe the bird
in the sky tonight
is a very special one
that only exists in my mind.
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