Tuur Verheyde
Ponderous Poems
Updated: Jun 19, 2022

The Gnome
Crouched down between flowerpots
Surveying his strip of pond-border;
Three pigs frozen in frivolity,
A cat and a cherub, their eyes
Wide and lifeless, his gaze and smile
Serenely aware of the world washing
Its chaos from his lips, his skin
Covered in green conquering
His blushing grey, watchman of a pond
World whirling merrily
Towards spring.

Sudden Superstition
When the last pebble
Still suspended on the surface
Of the pond
Sinks to restfully recline on
Its slumbering floor
Lost love still painfully present
Will be drawn into remote reminiscence
And there be laid
To Rest.

As Above
From behind the surface
Ceiling a face peers down
Into the bottom realm.
Most fish retreat into their
Dens of stone, but one
Rises to meet this quaint
Intrusive blur to find itself
Barked at by a pup.

Pond Life
Beneath the green swirl
A few finned flakes
Of orange and red make
Their way across the bottom
Maze to meet near the chasm’s edge.
One black blotch leaves
Alone to scout the border
Weeds.
The surface shields
Their secrets with its verdant pall.
When spring comes
Rays will breach the sludge
And unfold the bottom
World with bloom.