Tag: Tuur Verheyde

Half-Sleep I

Mercurial waters fall upon 
My lips, I feel the black beckon me
To drink like a drowning man 
And relish each burning gulp 
Of scuttling air.

The watery depths echo 
Like a world within a world, 
Boundless and unconquerable, 
They dare us to attempt to
Plant our plastic banners 
In their fathomless deep. 
We try and the surface 
Swells to brush its talons across 
Our brief bristles of civilisation,
To cover us in sweet 
Dreamless humility. 

Half-Sleep II

I

My eyes close 
And with a silent spell 
I seek to summon my captors
Of salvation. Come
And steal me from my immovable 
Self, come and shape me, melt 
Me, that I may flow into 
Better moulds. Come, 
Priestess of the higher truths, 
Come, sagely mentor, bearded
And robed, come you, band 
Of post-punk spiritual 
Subversives, come and take me, 
Make me whatever wades best 
Through this world of banality 
And hardship. 

II

For many years I have warmed 
My bed to sleep with such harbingers 
Of disappearance. To vanish
Not to hurt nor to worry, to escape
Not from people nor from life, 
But break the bustle that pushes 
Every ounce of respite, even sickness
In its chained hourglass neck.

Imagine a release from that
Tyranny, which ploughs our bloodstained
Growth and claims whatever we may 
Reap. Imagine an escape from mandated
Progress per second. Imagine a retreat
Into an unguided, unseen existence; 
Its playful wandering rewilding 
The laboured acres of the mind 
To deliver unto you the kind
Of priceless boon no market 
Could ever hope
To sell. 


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

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

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”