Gert Strydom, 24 lipca 2013
I remember her fluttering, a bird
at the window,
twittering as if calling me to her,
a small shadow
on the ledge, finding a new kind of world
she did not know;
that she moved on the day of her death,
great pain then took away my very breath
Gert Strydom, 23 lipca 2013
She was like a girl lost happily
in a attic,
when she told me of her childhood, of things
that catch and trick,
of some magic bottles in the pantry,
her tongue did lick
her lips in great excitement, we looked
at some semi-precious rocks, she was hooked
on a blue necklace of glowing sapphire,
amazing hued,
with a unknown fire in its blazing depths,
we were then glued
to imaginings, flights of fantasy;
just by some blued
gemstones that catch the eye in their sparkling
and being with her was quite exciting.
Gert Strydom, 23 lipca 2013
I have found a kind of pure innocence
in your bright eyes,
in your words great sincerity and truth,
you tell no lies,
I will not stare at you, vex your feelings,
act grave and wise
but just want to know the depths of your soul,
find happiness in a world that is foul.
Gert Strydom, 23 lipca 2013
We did linger in each others company
for long moments,
I could bring smiles to the faces of others,
but my comments
did not do a thing to your lovely face,
even events
of happy times were only slipping past you
and I wondered about what to do?
In the strangeness behind you pretty eyes
I want to dwell,
to explore the world that’s inside your head,
I do know well
that there are things that are hidden, that we
do not just tell,
the things in our lives, even if just small,
help us to rise high and to slip and fall.
Gert Strydom, 22 lipca 2013
Like a Godly sign
of tranquil illustrious sanctity
a shadow falls over me
and it’s falling further and further
and the moon does colour
to copper-red,
the light becomes dark
and stars near to the eclipse
become visible in brought daylight.
There is darkness falling over the earth
as far as my eyes can see
while the moon does extinguish the sun
and the sun becomes black
in a full eclipse
and the sun has a photosphere
with a blue-white hue
that hangs around it.
It’s almost as if God Himself
is holding out His hand
and now creates a shadow
to protect the earth
from a flaming star.
What great events
are now waiting upon this earth
that is torn by wars,
by disasters, suffering and human misery?
Gert Strydom, 22 lipca 2013
If you play the word game
to some people
I is for innocent,
or for me
or imagine
but to me
I is for immoral.
I have experienced people
deceiving each other
being depraved and dissolute
for advancement,
to make money
and just for the fun of it.
Acting as if there is no God
and without conscience
as if satisfaction to the self
is all that there is to life.
Gert Strydom, 22 lipca 2013
On God’s holy day I went to church
and got a great sermon there
and there were strangers from everywhere
and I had been in company
with Him who knows everything
who sees my life for what it is
and peace, love and tranquillity
became my very own
Gert Strydom, 22 lipca 2013
When water falls as streams
out of the air,
when thunder roars ominous
from the blue sky
the earth at times
are covered by clouds of fog
that blots out everything
and somewhere in this world
you and I are caught up
in our own small existence
while God folds His hand over His world
and constantly controls the weather
and it feels like an experiment
into which we are cornered
while a fierce struggle,
rages about the earth.
Gert Strydom, 19 lipca 2013
With a natural kind of subtle ease
aromatic your small bell-shaped flowers
bloom somewhere among the many trees,
quietly springing up after rain showers
you bring happiness and bliss through fate
with a unmistakeable sweet green scent
luring the nightingale to its mate
before your fragile flowering is spent
as if some angels down your steps descent.
Gert Strydom, 19 lipca 2013
The fire-lily flowers flaming and bloody red,
the crooked-thorn-bush is thrown over
and between all the incinerated stalks stand
this fire-flower so prettily adorned
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