K. Morris's Blog, page 29

Twilight

Just a single, solitary, call,

From a bird heard in the hospital garden

As the twilight

Was swallowed by night.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris

Maddy’s Rich Sugar Daddy

A beautiful young lady named Maddy

Is seeking a rich Sugar Daddy.

But I, being poor

Am dating Miss Moore,

Who is less attractive than Maddy!

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Copyright: Kevin Morris

The Same Old Way

We go on in the same old way,

Until, one day,

We brush against the Reaper, who will say,

“Man’s day is brief

And must end in grief”.

Then he may smile

And pass by for a while.

But he will return one day

For we are clay.

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Or we simply fall asleep

And fail to wake.

Sometimes friends and family weep.

But the Reaper takes

And never returns.

Therefore we should learn

To spend our days

In joyful play

For we know not

When or what.

Copyright: Kevin Morris

The garden in Walton Neuro Centre.

My room in Walton Neuro Centre overlooks this garden, which contains a tree/fountain memorialising those who have donated their organs that others might live. Also in the garden stands a bench which has a Shakespeare quote on it.

Remberence tree silver leaves have names of people who have donated organs

Plaque re the donation tree

Shakespeare plaque on the bench in the garden

In My Dreams

In my dreams, it sometimes seems

That the owl calls to me.

I can not see

Where he may be.

Yet his voice is clear

And I hear him near

Calling to me.

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He speaks to me

Of my mortality

Reminding me of Macbeth

And approaching death,

And yet he

Does not bother me,

For we all

Must, one day, fall.

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Copyright: K. Morris.

Operation

When I had the operation

There was no fear,

Just the knowledge of death, hovering near.

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There was no particular anticipation

That I might die,

Merely the desire to get it done

Once and for all.

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I did not fall

And the Reaper saluted me.

But I thought I heard him say,

“I will be back, one day

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Copyright K. Morris.

UPDATE: I spoke to the consultant this morning and he said that I might not require an additional aspiration, as the growth in my head was diminishing due to the antibiotics. Kevin....

An Explanation From Kevin Morris…

A brief explanation of my absence and subsequent reappearance due to the kindness of Chris Graham (AKA) the Story Reading Ape.

During the last week of January, I became vague whilst shopping in Sainsburys supermarket. The member of staff who was helping me at the time was concerned, however, the vagueness passed and I continued to a restaurant where I met my friend Jeff.

During Wednesday evening (the last Wednesday in January), I became unwell and collapsed at home. I subsequently recovered and ...

Seagulls cry and I.

Seagulls fly and I

Can not stay.

I must be on my way.

I have but a short time to rhyme

And I can not stay.

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Seagulls cry and I

Am unable to stay.

I must be on my way.

I will die

And am unable to stay.

I have but a brief time for rhyme,

And I may not stay.

Copyright: K. Morris.

 

My Brain.

Sometimes I find my mind

Obsessed with verse.

It is a curse.

But, what is even worse,

I find my brain

Fails to retain

What I wrote

In earnest or joke!

Copyright: K. Morris.

There is a Garden.

There is a garden

With artificial leaves

Where people memorialise the dead.

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It has been said

That these leaves

Represent those long dead

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There is a wall

Showing all must fall

Yet there is hope

For one must grope for hope

Even in the cold ground.

Copyright: K. Morris.