At a utter lost in my own country (in answer to Kelwyn Sole)
I. Outside on the porch little bells dangle in the wind
Outside on the porch little bells
dangle in the wind
(a new expensive set that you have bought)
that we hear chiming even in our bedroom.
My eyes follow you while you
dress in a bathing suit
to plunge into the neighbour’s pool
and later I climb over the wall to join you.
You slice spinach, feta cheese, along with
mushrooms, onions and tomatoes with quick
chopping movements and everything
goes into a shining frying pan
and on the porch
we watch the setting sun
enjoying our meal
with some glasses of sweet wine
and later while we watch Dr. House
you lie with your head on my chest
and after a while we begin to kiss,
to caress and to undress.
II. Passion sweeps us away
Passion sweeps us away
while only the dogs
and the big yellow moon watches
until spent, we lie against each other
and you tell me
of the difficulty of your childhood days,
of a father who liquor turned
into a kind of thoughtless man
but how he could excel in poetry,
still at times tried to live
in the ways of God
and that you really loved him
and I tell you about growing up
without a father, about how my mother
did her very best to offer us
a great kind of life
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poem by Gert Strydom
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