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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 15 february 2013

The time has rushed by [1]

The time has rushed by, love.
I have forgotten how we once were
there is something different when we go to bed
and it’s as if everything has been said,
 
as if no words can ever again
be spoken as we once did
and you will never again
lie hot with you body against mine
as if sheltering against life
 
and the strong wind from outside
is rattling at the windowpanes
as if still searching, trying to find something
or maybe to come in
and even it passes, passes me by
 
but there is something different to everything
a special kind of feeling
as if still closer and closer we do bond
as if even arguments and heartache
does not their toll take.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 february 2013

When all of life comes together as genuine and true

(after Robert Browning, for my wife Daleen)
 
All other things, people that I do know
have got no value when we fuse together,
even the times when we are apart
when there is a greater distance between us
have got no kind of significance in this moment
when we enter life, enter into the core of ecstasy,
when we are one with you around me
and then kisses are solemn
as if nothing else can be something more than this,
when all of life comes together as genuine and true
with our souls, our senses and feelings in a single moment
when we meet each other each to each
in the union between you and me;
in bliss, and we are enraptured
and life is on that moment eternally great and good.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 february 2013

A walk on an island beach (Novelinee)

(after Robert Browning, for my wife Daleen)
 
The dark blue sea and the yellow-white sand
and the golden moon hanging somewhat low
is romantic where we walk hand in hand
while eternally in and out the ocean flow,
we walk and talk, everywhere lights appear,
the sand is soft on the salt-scented beach
and the lingering moments we hold dear,
as the stars feel near, as if in our reach,
where we are falling in love each to each.
 
[Reference: “Meeting at night” by Robert Browning.]


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 14 february 2013

I had noticed suddenly

(for my wife Daleen)
 
I had noticed suddenly today
that the whole world was turning grey,
and my heart felt ripped to pieces, as if it was bitter
while outside some birds still did twitter
 
and deep in sleep you were gone
still a part of the lingering darkness of night
while lonely the moon had shone
and some little stars was the only other light
 
until the morning came and you smiled at me
and the sheer beauty of your radiant face I did see.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 february 2013

If ever I can travel on the road

If ever I can travel on the road
that meanders the blue-green sea
it will be such a thrill that I would be happy
and I would probably see on the waves a passing boat
with sails billowing in the wind contentedly
but destiny has put on my shoulders an age-old load.
 
I would love to dance in the splashing rain
while lightning bolts thunders down besides me
like at a party with disco lights it would seem jolly
and I will see them flashing past again and again
while I felt from all obligations free
but my body is filled with a kind of terrible pain.
 
A rose opening in the morning at my door,
or a evening primrose welcoming the moonlight
would be quite a lovely sight,
would be something I could give to someone that I adore
but everything perishes as if cursed to death by the night
and so my garden is vexed forevermore.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 february 2013

How do I wish to go home (Wordsworth sonnet)

How do I constantly wish to go home
to a place where some green meadows greet me,
where cattle, horses and sheep roam carefree
under the wide heaven’s bluest kind of dome.
 
The fresh country air has an own welcome
where man can still see small signs of his God
and near to Him come, constantly daily trod;
far from the city, to senses I will come
 
daily see His works in the green cornfields
in the many bright flowers that blossom,
peacefully experience crops that yields
to bounty and live totally wholesome,
 
walk daily in patches of some wild flowers
see living effects of the rain showers.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 12 february 2013

Near Helderberg Hill

There’s a chill tonight
on Helderberg Hill
an icy wind blows through the trees
and it’s raining still,
as it did for days
as it does each
and every Mediterranean winter.
 
The sweet scent
and not that of the forest of the trees
but of lavender instead is in the breeze
and fills my lungs, fills my heart, my head
until it becomes a part of me
 
but big eyed you lie
in the bed next to me
and the rain outside falls on and on
with fog cordoning off the hill,
the painting on the wall,
the garden with its bush upon bush
of waving lavender
are now all gone out of sight
 
and a solitary pistil awakens and grows in size,
entering a calyx, a tubular corolla forming two lips
and it could have been spring
as new life is sprouting, but a chilly winter it is
in the house near Helderberg Hill


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 11 february 2013

Sometimes I want to flee from abstract things like love

When deep in the shadows
of the dark night I do drown,
there are lights that here and there do wink
and I do know a kind of unknown fear
that it will never be as now again with us;
above me some stars shine brightly,
in the distance people are frolicking
and I wonder if I will again find love in your gaze?
Sometimes I want to flee from abstract things like love,
and live for the moment that I am experiencing
but still you stay here right against me;
people bring me back to you,
and this keeps me from lurching unexpectedly into things
and my whole life, my very best you do remain.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 february 2013

As the sun rises

While the sun rises and things
have shadows found,
so gently and by itself
love binds you and me
 
comes with a own sincerity
and brings joy, pain and bliss
while in integrity
you and I find how love really is.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 8 february 2013

When you stop your last kiss

When you stop your last kiss,
while we spend moments in bliss
trembling will our hands be
at moments such as this.
 
In the depths of your eyes I will see
a type of sweet tranquillity
and I do wonder if moments can be
again like this for you and me?


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