bitter taste (poem)

I bit down on my heart
and held it in my teeth
during the sun’s glow
and the moon’s beams

I grasped it tightly
through seasons and ages
until its taste became
the one familiar theme

like a song heard only
in the bowels of the night
when even the stars are still and
the rainbows are dreaming

all thoughts drowned out
by the clamouring of memories
all pain deadened
by the darkness of days

everything in sight and
no one is ever safe
from the monsters
lurking in dark corners

then I tasted my heart
and it was bitter and
all the sweetness was gone
it was no longer green

only a hint of flowers remains
like a dream and a kiss
a tiny little speck of hope
a seed for a future far away


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

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

Another of those “wake up with it” poems.

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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Comments

  • carnal
    carnalalmost 2 years ago

    Absolutely outstanding work! Thank you for this submission.

  • Thanks so much for this. :-) It means a lot! :-) xo

    – Sybille Sterk

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestalmost 2 years ago

    Losing our hopeful sweetness ……your image and words meld into each other so succinctly, beautifully composed and executed work. x

  • Thanks so much. :-) It means a great deal to hear this from you. :-) xoxoxo

    – Sybille Sterk

  • timbuckley
    timbuckleyalmost 2 years ago

    a really beautiful piece of writing

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosalmost 2 years ago

    That sweet bitternes that our own contemplation is offering. The eternal seeding of the pain, the fear and the oblivion of oneself. I think I can understand that taste too…and remember that almost any seed, when eaten are really savoury and many deep bitter. Love the poem.
    Rosa

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderalmost 2 years ago

    beautiful poetry…

  • markhadafairday
    markhadafairdayalmost 2 years ago

    stunning work.

  • Donna19
    Donna19almost 2 years ago

    Beautiful work Sybille

  • Renate  Dartois
    Renate Dartoisalmost 2 years ago

    Wonderful writing.

  • Jenifer DeBellis
    Jenifer DeBellisalmost 2 years ago

    Lovely imagery and symbolic reflections. xox

  • George Coombs
    George Coombsalmost 2 years ago

    Beautiful writing, profound and engaging, excellent

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