Seeds

every day I use a little spoon
to syphon off all bitterness
that might have tainted
the water overnight
tending the loveliness
that could be me
allowing
the seed of tomorrow
to hibernate
till the sun is up
and the day is done
lingering pain
is pruned relentlessly
hope is curbed
until the skies are blue again
and the forecast is fair
asleep amongst a
bed of thorny roses
waiting for the beast
to turn once more
into the beast
as that is what happens
when happy ever after
is suspended
until further notice
love is not a thing
come by easily
it’s a flower
that might grow
if tended carefully
and never if
marketing has anything
to do with it
artificial
is so easy
to produce
so much cheaper
it comes in bundles
wrapped in
brightly coloured paper
with big bows
but the boxes are empty
and the seeds are dead.


© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this poem in any way, shape or form without my written permission.

Seeds

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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© Sybille Sterk
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