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Wooden Fruit Bowl

There you stood,
A bowl made of wood.
Your imperfections drew
Me to you
As we shopped long ago.

I know
Not what happened to you.
Though I have the bowl still
On my window sill.

I trace each notch and curve
That do no purpose serve
(Other than to beautify).
As I
Wonder do you
Live or die.

There Was A Young Lady Called Kim

There was a young lady called Kim
Who was both petite and slim.
A man of fashion
Developed a passion
And Kim was no longer slim.

There was a young lady Called Kim
Who was both petite and slim.
Being a girl of fashion
She developed a passion
For a dandy who’s name was Tim.

The Passing Breeze

I solace seek
In the breeze
That does speak
Amongst these
Ancient trees.
Or do the trees
Themselves speak?

Lovers make free
Midst the budding tree
And in love’s dance
Perchance
Do not hear
The breeze
That passes near.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/solace/

This Wall

TrulyPoetic

I woke up this morning, drank a cup of coffee, smoked

A cigarette and stared at the wall. There was nothing

Special about this wall. It had no

Fancy wallpaper to draw your eye. No vibrant colors

That made it stand out. Just a plain dingy wall white and

bland in need of a good washing. A question came to mind

“What if I was this wall?” I ashed my cigarette and pondered

That. What if I was that wall. What if I was bland, boring, insipid?

That cannot be. I am not invisible like...

There Was A Young Man Called George

There was a young man called George
Who did on baked beans gorge.
He made a sound
And all around
Deserted that young man called George!

They Are Hanging Him High

They are hanging him high.
I sigh
And walk on by
Disdaining to catch my neighbour’s eye

Five of the Best Poems about Clothes

Interesting Literature

The best clothes poems

‘Clothes maketh the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.’ So Mark Twain is thought to have once opined; and yet poetry has been less concerned with the material features of our clothing than we might perhaps expect. How many classic poems about clothing can you name? In this post, we’ve tasked ourselves with choosing five of the very best poems about clothes.

John Donne, ‘To His Mistress Going to Bed’. No sooner have we begun...

“My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris

[image error]On Monday 9 July, I ran into an acquaintance. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he remarked on how much he had enjoyed reading my collection of poems, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. It is a great feeling to receive a compliment, particularly when it is unsolicited. While the gentleman in question has not (to my knowledge) written a review, “My Old Clock” has received several reviews, including the below, from Audrey Driscoll:

“The first poem in this collection of 74 contains th...

There Was A Young Lady Called Claire

There was a young lady called Claire
Who had very long blonde hair.
At nesting time
I wrote a rhyme
For the birds that nested there …

K Morris reading his poems

I saw flowers on my way

The hands are almost at half past

Lissome

Everyone has their thing