K. Morris's Blog, page 237

Away From My Technology

Away from my technology

I see the reality

In these

Bare trees

And fallen leaves.

The autumn rain

Will fall again.

I Walked Alone

I walked alone

Through the graveyard.

Then, on reaching home

I pondered on lovers

And the dead.

The graveyard plot

Is cold,

Whilst love is hot.

Yet the dead

And lovers

Both have their bed,

Do they not?

Past Time

A rhyme

Captures a moment in time

Of joy or pain,

Which will never come again.

The poet may change

His original rhyme

But past time

He can not change.

Abstract Art

My friend, whose name is Miss Heart

Is well known for her abstract art.

Her cousin Lou

Lost a shoe.

Now it’s part of Miss Heart’s art

Feisty

A young man named Guy

Liked to make women cry.

But pretty Miss Pearl

Being a feisty girl,

Poked Guy in the eye!

“Progress”

I think on those who obsess

Over what they label “progress”.

And, on hearing the wind sing

In the venerable old tree,

I laugh, for all must pass.

How to Publish Your Poetry

Former Foyle Young Poet Phoebe Stuckes has some useful advice on how to publish your poetry, https://ypn.poetrysociety.org.uk/features/how-to-publish-your-poetry-putting-together-the-first-book/.

The main focus of Phoebe’s advice pertains to being published by traditional means, as opposed to self publishing.

In contrast to the above, all of my books have been self published.

Earlier this year I wrote a guest article on how to produce a Selected Poems, which can be found here, https://thestor...

In Praise of the Poetry Anthology

I have long been a fan of the poetry anthology. Indeed it was through such anthologies as Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch’s “The Oxford Book of English Verse”, and Francis Turner Palgrave’s “Golden Treasury”, that I first began to explore poetry for myself. (I had already had a love of the art form implanted in me by my grandfather and my school teacher Mr Delacruz).

I own a number of poetry anthologies, including Helen Gardner’s “The New Oxford Book of English Verse” (which replaced Quiller-Couch’s “O...

Sincerity

When a young lady named Ria

Said, “sir, is your love sincere?”.

I said, “you are pretty

And I am quite witty.

But I’ve never been called sincere!”.

“My Madonna” by Robert W. Service

I recently took down from my bookcase Robert Service’s “The Spell of the Yukon”. Amongst the poems contained in that book is “My Madonna”, and reading it reminded me of this article, hence the reblog. Kevin

K Morris - Poet

In “My Madonna”, by Robert W. Service, the narrator describes how he “hailed” a prostitute “from the street” and painted her portrait. Having added a halo to the original painting, the poet/narrator sells the portrait, which now hangs in a church” Where you and all may see”.

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