The clock is ticking,
the stage has been set
Was all that those years took
all that we had?

Do you like the flowers now?
Do you remember then?
It’s the same kind of pity as time
I regret

The incense is burning,
the candle has been lit
It’s all so different now,
it’s so strange, isn’t it?

Do you like the scent now?
Do you remember then?
It’s the same kind of pity as time
I regret

Still life is stylized,
it could have been last night
Look, another symbol;
the only, sad delight

Do you like the music now?
Do you remember then?
It’s the same kind of pity as time
I regret
The same kind of pity as time
Remember
Just the same kind of pity as time

©Eva Weggelaar

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2 thoughts on “The same kind of pity as time – Eva Weggelaar

  1. “When people ask me, what I mean by a ceramist-artist, writer, poet that invokes the insatiable urge to consume (The creations not the person), the #Poetry of Paradise is This Way is just such the case.” ~Týr Mórríghan

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