International Poet

Yperite late at night a mist fills the valley. without knowing it suffocates like a dark power. on the fields our dead bodies and under the grass a brown soil © Ekphrastic poetry (poem + painting) by Jan Theuninck

Memory Is Being Blurred Memory is being blurred. Images are getting dim. I shall forget everything oneday. Everything,everything,everything. I don't want to. But,I'll. New life has so many challenges. Daily new adventures. Daily new behavioural patterns. The present putting the glorious past behind. Bad coin drives the good coin out of use. New patterns,new associates. Responsibility destroying emotion. I am weeping. I want to come back. But how? I can't. I can't. I can't.

An Extra Death For every breath is an extra death For every spice of life taken is another spicy death given For every celebration begat an unborn mourning For every brighter morning lies a darken moaning What joyful tears fall in my shadow of fears? When does my trailer of labour and stress Eventually bore unclaimed bountiful years Why does untold relief come in her brighter colour of deceit? That our unborn years would embarrass us trouble free For every birthday that is here Our deathbeds are near How joyful how sad Whether fat, thin or black White, bad, thirtyfive or ninety five Our every breath sucks our extra life Vanity just vanity, ignore not this pathetic tale Like you ignore you nagging husband or wife.