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A damp blanket
Cold and stifling
Mossy mould thriving
Its Roots growing deeper
Into the soft tissue
Silently taking hold
A tendril at a time
       My mind

Shutting out the light
Life in forever shade
A blue canopy
Of sounds and scents
Of tastes and
A feeling of

Burning like fire
       My Heart
       In a vice

The twittering of birds
The warmth of the sun
The light of Summer

The taste of absinthe on my tongue
The sound of raindrops on the window pane
The scent of burnt leaves in Autumn
The feel of a cold draught on my skin


© Sybille Sterk
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I am a very creative person and it’s my way of dealing with the world, inside and out. I am only happy when I am making things or painting or writing. There are just not enough hours in the day…. I am into poetry and photo manipulation at the moment and also dabbling in photography. :-)

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  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooover 3 years ago

    dark and melancholic write

  • Many, may thanks Boo. :-) xo

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Anne  McGinn
    Anne McGinnover 3 years ago

    Wow – this sound like a casualty of SAD – Seasonal Affective Disorder…. Seriously, I feel the dark damp heaviness of these words. xo

  • Thank you so much Anne. :-) I think we all feel like this sometimes. xo

    – Sybille Sterk

  • WickedlyLovely
    WickedlyLovelyover 3 years ago

    I absolutely love this.

  • Thank you so much. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Wendi Donaldson
    Wendi Donaldsonover 3 years ago

    I know this feeling, all too well, Sybille! Excellent work.

  • Thank you so much Wendi. I think a lot of artists do, maybe we have to feel things ‘deeper’ to allow us to portrait them in our art, or maybe it’s the other way round? xo

    – Sybille Sterk

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 3 years ago

    The great metaphor is that “blanket”…damp, moulding a body…heavy with pain.
    I use to say that when I am sad, I am “lead”, and so close to gravity and water.
    Then…the eyes get into the back of my skull, and my stomach feels paradoxically….empty&full
    It is strange…how close to flesh is your poetry….to sensorial perceptions.
    And yet, it is beautiful….so at least, that sadness is descending slowly..
    just to enjoy that feeling of heavy mist teinted with shadows.

  • Thank you so much Rosa. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellover 3 years ago

    oh gulp,

    Sybille….my word, you ink blankets me…amazing depth,

    you may like my last blog entry

    gosh I feel this is for me….xxxxx

  • Thank you so much Lisa. :-) Much, much appreciated. Left a comment on your journal entry. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • eoconnor
    eoconnorover 3 years ago

    sad this is, but well written so we feel !Liz

  • Thank you so much Liz. :-) Sometimes we need to be sad. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • pauldrobertson
    pauldrobertsonover 3 years ago


  • Thank you so much Paul. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Gregory John O'Flaherty
    Gregory John O...over 3 years ago

    nice read !

  • Thank you so much Gregory. :-) Much appreciated.

    – Sybille Sterk

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 3 years ago

    oh dear, hope it has left you by now. all too familiar my friend. incredibly written, deeply felt. much love. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

  • Thank you so much Shar. It comes and goes… :-) Hope you are well. Lots of love. xoxoxox ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

    – Sybille Sterk

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