Snapshots I am a constant picture Taker, not for sharing Or some showy social Media purpose, but to try And capture the elusive Footsteps of Transience Itself. Too many years went by Noticing the ephemeral Beauty of seasons and Moments only as they fell Into the haze of detached Recollection; too many Memories were merely Scribbled in the mind’s Fading sketches. To ensnare impermanence In timeless frames is not Only to challenge Time’s Unremitting grasp, but To imprint upon the mind, Which seeks above all comfort In things that seem to last, The graceful dance of unborn Beginnings and death Without end, one picture At a time. A Death Abroad In the old days all witness Was from friend or foe. News Flew no further than love or spite Could stand to bear it out, But now stories of your Death are spread To places your imagination Never even knew to draw, To strangers whom you Would not know how To name had you ever Learned of them. A small comfort; Our lives might reach Far beyond the sights Our mind had learned To see, even as they pass, Touching buildings and bodies That would confound Our understanding. And yet Today more swiftly are They swept away from The surface of most, Embattled, minds. Bio:Tuur Verheyde is a twenty-four year old Belgian poet. His work endeavours to capture the weirdness of the 21st century; its globalised art, culture, politics and problems. Tuur’s poetry seeks to further cultural, spiritual, political and emotional connectivity on an international level. His work is personal and outward looking and seeks to accurately represent the blurred boundaries between the real, the surreal and the hyperreal, as well meshing the personal with the political and the spiritual. https://tuurverheyde.com
3 poems by Tuur Verheyde : “April in Exile” “May Meandering” “March in Ending”
Fevers of the Mind 