a cake half eaten

the abyss is closer even
than it was yesterday
inky tendrils crawling
across the almost white page
it’s always later than you think
the tickety-tock clock never stops
it marches ever onwards
eating days and weeks and
later months and years
as it passes you by
crunching through dry leaves
as well as juicy grass
leaving snail trails of
memories behind in its wake
and there are the regrets
the lists of never minds
and I’ll get to you some day
which now will never
be ticked off and instead
leave a funny taste
in my mouth
when all I wished for
was for you
to hold my hand
as the lights go down
and the dark embrace
is all that is on the menu
another of those
bitter-sweets painted
on the wall with the
dusty pink roses
that lost their smell
but not their flavour
of a pastel yesterday
when the light was bright
and the sun always shone.


© Sybille Sterk
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Pondering getting older.


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Comments

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 2 years ago

    well, this is not happy. but keep writing it out, and just hope…..it is that tiny little spark of knowing…..and it is waiting for you yet. awesome write. ♥♥♥

  • Thanks so much Shar. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

    – Sybille Sterk

  • timbuckley
    timbuckleyover 2 years ago

    I loved this poem for many reasons great images and lines but most of for just explaining through nature the passing of time and the nearing of death.

  • Thanks so much Tim. Much, much appreciated. :-) :-) :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • msdebbie
    msdebbieover 2 years ago

    Great imagery! I like this one a lot x

  • Thanks so much Debbie, much appreciated. xoxo

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Tony Wilder
    Tony Wilderover 2 years ago

    Beautifully written and it does feel that way so many times
    bitter-sweets painted
    on the wall with the
    dusty pink roses
    that lost their smell
    but not their flavour
    of a pastel yesterday
    when the light was bright
    and the sun always shone

  • … and the summers stretched out forever. I remember all too well! Thank you Tony! :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • ModernMythology
    ModernMythologyover 2 years ago

    powerful imagery

  • Thank you so much. Greatly appreciated. :-)

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Beautifuldreamer
    Beautifuldreamerover 2 years ago

    The wistfulness of regrets is expressed so strongly in this poem. I like its energy and the truth of it which doesn’t plunge into self-pity, but merely states what most of us experience as time passes us by, leaving us with things undone. Great imagery!

  • Thank you so much. :-) I am glad it came across not as a pity party but as a pondering and stock taking. :-) That’s how I intended it. xo

    – Sybille Sterk

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