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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 25 april 2013

On a sunny summer Sunday (villanelle)

(after Kris Kristofferson)
 
On a sunny summer Sunday
when there is nowhere that I do belong
life seems lonelier than on any other day
 
and while other people are happy and gay
it’s just another day that comes along.
On a sunny summer Sunday
 
while outside the kids do gambol and play,
for some kind of companionship I do constantly long,
(life seems lonelier than on any other day)
 
and I have lost my faith somewhere along the way,
while hour after hour the lonesomeness gets strong
On a sunny summer Sunday
 
none of my heartaches and memories does go away
and on the street I am only one among the throng,
(life seems lonelier than on any other day),
 
all of my thoughts do yesterday portray
and something tells me that I have gone too far wrong,
On a sunny summer Sunday
life seems lonelier than on any other day.
 
[Reference: “Sunday morning coming down” by Kris Kristofferson.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013

Remind me

Remind me about how it once was
when we were newly in love,
about how neatly our lives fitted into each other’s
before the time when the hurting did begin.
Tell me about all the old stories and tales
that with time still does linger with me,
about fairies, dwarfs and angels
and a God that endlessly does love,
about dreams of travelling to distant countries
and some things you can even fabricate
before everything that is precious
is lost with the approach of time
and sometimes in this old world I feel as if I am lost
when my heart is constantly full of pain.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013

When that first morning was breaking on earth (English sestets)

(after Eleanor Farjeon)
 
When that first morning was breaking on earth
sunshine fell on the man and his sweet wife,
in their first awakening there was birth,
to the gentle great happiness of life
while animals paraded in splendour
at the start of the first day of labour.
 
Around them sparkled drops of the dew fall
while birds and butterflies were fluttering,
the very first opening rose did them enthral
and every thing living were gathering
while their lives were in sheer completeness,
at each other they smiled in great sweetness.
 
On Eden’s first sunny lovely summer day
the man and his wife were elated in God,
both of the humans did frolic and play
while over the soft earth they did both trod
while they found the greatest joy everywhere
with their attention leaping here and there.
 
[Reference: “Morning has broken” by Eleanor Farjeon.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013

Just like Adam and Eve

Just like Adam and Eve
we both stand in amazement
while you are noting the small treasures
of everything that we find;
there are insects jumping here and there
and everything has got a own story and a purpose
even the screaming crickets and the birds that are singing
and it’s as if we feel like Adam and Eve
where you swim naked in the cold pool
while the river washes against my feet.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013

In some of the passing days

In some of the passing days
we were both busy in the garden,
which seemed like a kind ofEden
and there was something in your cheerful gaze
 
a kind of wonder as if by Godly graze
for a time we were separate from al other men
was save against every kind of omen,
but with thunder and rain nature had its ways
 
which made the flowers constantly bloom.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013

In the distant past

In the distant past the waters did spread
and the raw earth came forth
and for some time everything on this world was free,
 
after the Spirit of the Lord hovered, gave life to everything,
covered the earth with grasses, seeds and each flower.
In the distant past the waters did spread
 
and a friend and acquaintance of man He was
when man was astounded by all of the marvels
and for some time everything on this world was free.
 
Tired Adam went to sleep on the soft grass
and wondered if there was a better half for him?
In the distant past the waters did spread
 
but the evil dragon envied man,
did disguised himself as a talking snake
and for some time everything on this world was free,
 
but the words of the snake stayed with the woman
and her choice led to old age and death.
In the distant past the waters did spread
and for some time everything on this world was free.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 april 2013

When the sun sets glowing

When the sun sets glowing over the western horizon
and the night stretches out her long fingers
then the evening star is already glistening
while the night draws shadows in the late afternoon
and the golden full moon hangs high in the sky
when the ibises do screeching fly to their nests
and many birds can be seen in their flight
while I do wonder about my own conceit,
wonder about where I do fit into this picture
and I am amazed by the red beauty
and then the evening air is already cool,
when I take my darling’s hand in mine
when tranquillity comes over the earth
and it’s as if I can feel the presence of God.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 23 april 2013

In this bright hot summer

In this bright hot summer
with its clear blue sky
where the sun shines like an eye
that is full of glory
 
I want to pray to You
who brings all things to maturity,
who makes the plants flower,
who brings trees to their fruit
 
and with each hot ray
that continually falls upon me
it’s as if Your love
endlessly circle out wider and wider to me
 
and when the first leaves fall
it’s as if your Spirit also does observe the colours,
as if You have got even the paltriest things
in your omnipotent hands.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 april 2013

The plain

With tranquil and stretched-out grass fields
that are green after the early summer rain
with veldt that runs up to the edges of the far mountains
and lay as far as the eye can see
for almost immeasurable distances
 
I had seen the plain in my dream
where full of acacia trees it was wide,
was free under the bright blue
with a summer-sun burning fiercely in the cobalt sky
and thunder clouds building up dark on the hillocks
 
and everywhere there were game grazing undisturbed,
coots flew up every now and then
at a tributary near to a marsh
where women in the heat of day were washing clothes
and all kinds of wild animals lived in peace.
 
Hyenas cried and jackals laughed
when they greeted the moon
at the time when people became peaceful after a busy day
and a male lion roared as if beaconing off its territory
when beasts of prey everywhere came to life in the night
 
and away in the distance a few fires burnt joyfully
and the aromas of porridge and frying meat and the laughter
and songs of the people hanged on the wind
and bright stars with the Southern Cross prominent
filled the night sky
 
and for years everything was undisturbed
until the rifles of hunters did resound,
and the rattle of machines was unheard,
until modern civilization stepped in
when the gold and diamond mines came
and people declared the stretched out ground as their own property
and development went east, west, south and north
 
and nowhere there was a place of rest to be found
as in the vastness of nature
and in the concrete cities nature had faded to parks
and development just circled out further and further,
to buildings with walls of glass
 
as man sentenced himself continually
to the pursuit of work and money
and of the plain and its inhabitants nothing was left
than a mere legend that sometimes did surprise children
while people were continually searching for a greater meaning to life.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 22 april 2013

The sounds of cars, trucks, trains disappear

The sounds of cars, trucks, trains disappear
when the night comes dark and suddenly the moon shines.
Somewhere outside a dove calls to its mate
and amber lights wink one after the other
when I do wonder about what you are doing, are longing more
as to now I did know that I could.


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