Anchor to the Flight
Comfort presses Into every idle sigh, Anchor to the flight That dares to bring Your hearth some feral Sparks even when it Only welcomes homely Warmth. When the world unwound Many a hiss was heard Chanting anew a new A newness to the old Leisure lost in sickness’ Eager spread. And I Too howl under heavy Breath That we may Be remade free from Yesterday’s spiteful Shame. Transience tells us To take our fill with Every sip, for naught Remains unmoved, And yet every time I rise and seek Different better days I am irked to find The past holding down The tattered hem grinning While I flail and fail To cut it loose. Its lesson like itself Stubborn to move An inch from where Last it stood: You will Change only when the Webbed Wyrd deigns To let you take a careful Step or else hurl you By sudden blessing Or catastrophe Into the dreadful New. Anchor to the Flight II We walked past a fallow stretch; Spring’s timid prelude is like that Sometimes: cold wind and warm Light, a whiff of something Shifting in the air. This is The transit season. Mood and mind Find slight mutations. The weather Brings all kinds currents to the fore. We get the ludicrous notion that this Is it. The Return. The Hinge. The Time of Possibility, when Something comes to soak Everything in its entirety into A new coat, a new taste, A new meaning, a new song. In the drudgery and the news, We find the truth; that change, However sudden, rarely comes Uncourted. 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
Fevers of the Mind 