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David de la Croes, 21 june 2013

Rain Spider

At the stump of the fig tree
where sweetness and fragrance
have long departed
a rain spider has built a nest
of autumn-dried leaves
covered with a blanket
of delicate silk.

I stand and watch
the little spiders
coming out to play
in smooth fur jackets -
first, a game of tag
and then a fencing game
with slender long legs.

Soon they will spread out
and scurry around in the hunt for food;
raising neck hairs and bring shrieks of terror
as they intimidate nervous children and wives.

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Gert Strydom, 21 june 2013

Just for a moment in time or when mathematics becomes pure

(after N.P. Van Wyk Louw)

The hour-work becomes rigid
with no second hand that ticks on,
are caught up in an eternal moment.
The bee stays confused and puzzled

at a flower that is now lifeless and stiff
that does not open its buds and does not know where to aim
but still the flower remains attractive
and does never become a fruit, jam or ketchup.

Its eternally day
with rays falling from a sky that’s cobalt-blue
and on the beach the drops of the wave that is breaking shattering
remains in that thundering moment,
are caught in spray as if they cling to the pure air
as if never the wave could drench the rock.

[Reference: “Suiwer wiskunde” (Pure mathematics) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]

© Gert Strydom

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Gert Strydom, 21 june 2013

Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine

Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour,
sometimes it’s as if my yesterdays disappear into their depths.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
where you bring joy to a world full of pain
but your humanity brings me back to the here and now.
Sometimes your eyes are dark brown and full of sunshine
when the tomorrows feel like only a rumour…

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Gert Strydom, 21 june 2013

I could not guess

I could not guess
that you could bring reality to my dreams
that you would bring happiness to each new day
and on my established life a earthquake

that would move my humanity, would shift my mind,
that you would become such a part of me,
would fit so perfectly into my life
that I would find something more in your love.

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Gert Strydom, 21 june 2013

Without you my life is empty

Without you my life is empty,
without you I loose the capacity to trust
that life can become better
and without you I live alone in a world full of darkness.

When your are with me, every day has got meaning
and then I become aware of the first spring flowers
and it’s as if everything gets new light
and then I do know what real joy is.

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Salvatore Ala, 20 june 2013

State of Grace Hospital

Saw Grace Hospital operated on yesterday,
Walls and windows of a surgical procedure,
All lines and tubes, bent steal and remains,
Like a building you see in war documentaries,
Except this one bombed by fiscal management,
Recovery a financial risk, uselessness quarantined,
Without brain function, like municipal government.

And since the hospital has been sick
The neighborhood has open sores
Like someone amputated the streets
Giving nowhere to heal those with nowhere to go.
The hospital’s been sick so long
The sick have grown well and then sick again.
Those who died here exist in a state of grace.
Everyone born here is born again in other ruins.

Of all the beings we see expire in our lives
Nothing is like seeing a building stop breathing,
That’s a Code Blue to which no one responds
Except demolition crews and trucks, and they’re too late.

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Gert Strydom, 20 june 2013

If we could bend the hour-work back

If we could bend the hour-work back
could make events, deeds and words undone
then this could perhaps have been a better world

and everything would have been timeless and reversible
and heartache and pain would have been able to be bended right
and it would have been possible to create a heaven on earth

but we are caught to the thing
that makes everything older,
that bends our lives
to be trivial and but mortal.

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Gert Strydom, 20 june 2013

Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly

Constantly the hour work ticks on slowly
and we are caught in the mechanics of time
and even mere moments we cannot bring to a halt
and it’s as if everything hangs in the balance of destiny
and even when we do regret the deeds and words of yesterday
today and its hours and seconds still run on,
and we do find new meaning
in the moments that constantly do appear
but there is One that exists beyond the limitations of time and space
and He folds His omnipotent hands over the whole universe
and where everyone of us become but a mere speck of dust
His love continually is poured out
in provisions and stipulations right through the universe
and even with us in the soft falling rain.

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Satish Verma, 20 june 2013

CUDDLING

between unequals
to and fro
beastly joy of horror
you want to press the trigger,

timebomb, your laughter,
and sneaky mind
restless syndrome of legs
you cannot stand on tiptoes
to review the fall
from the clouds

the moon overshot
the endless night
sun rises gently
on the window

Satish Verma