K. Morris's Blog, page 542
November 16, 2017
Flowers On A Quilt
Her short skirt.
His crisp white shirt.
Her heels
Too high
Fail to reach the sky.
Flowers on a quilt
Can not wilt
But will fade
With age.
November 15, 2017
The Blind Leading The Blind
As I neared my home yesterday evening, a man called out from the other side of the road, “Do you have a light, please?”
“No, sorry”, I replied and continued on my way home.
As I walked on, I heard the voice of a young woman, “no, don’t, it’s a blind dog!”
Being registerd blind, I wondered what the point would be of me having a “blind dog”. One hears of the blind leading the blind. However, I, having no desire to become intimately connected with a telegraph pole or other such obstacle will sti...
November 14, 2017
Future Love
In the future, will robots dress
To impress?
And will men and women sigh
Over a lover’s imperfect thigh?
And choose
To lose
Their very being
In the never seeing
Robot eye?
For therein does lie
Perfection,
For there can be no rejection
For you or I.
And one can not sin
With a thing of tin.
Overheard
As I walked through the churchyard this morning, I passed by a teenager on her mobile. As I did so, I couldn’t help overhearing the following gem:
“You made me run, with my legs up a hill”.
I wondered idly to myself, “how else would one run, other than by using one’s legs?”
There Was A Young Man Named Round
There was a young man named Round
Who owned a lugubrious hound.
Its name was Bill.
They lived on a hill
And this limerick says nothing profound!
November 13, 2017
Merry-Go-Round
Most of my poetry is expressed in rhyme. However a few of my poems (perhaps I should say short prose pieces) are written in a form other than rhyme. One such poem/brief prose piece is Merry-Go-Round. You can find a recording of me reading Merry-Go-Round Here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqwBHfMEs54.
November 12, 2017
Sandwich Wrapper
Rising at 6 am
I take up my virtual pen.
Then I see
Staring at me
The sandwich wrapper from yesterday.
Ah the romance of a writer’s life.
Had I a wife
She would clear that away,
Or more likely say
In a manner most sweet
“You throw away what you eat
My dearest love
For you are not above
Taking a trip to yonder bin.
Therein
You will discover abandoned schemes
And broken dreams”.
Why Are People Disinclined To Engage With Poetry
I am part of an informal network where people meet over coffee to discuss their jobs. The idea behind the network is to enable individuals from diverse professions/disciplines to learn from one another in an unpressured environment. These informal chats also furnish people with the chance to discuss non work related matters, for example hobbies. During a recent meeting (having exhausted work related issues), the conversation turned to outside interests. I mentioned that I write poetry. At thi...
There Was A Young Man Named Paul
There was a young man named Paul
Who drove his mistress up the wall.
He talked about his dear wife Jane
(Which caused his lover to complain),
So soon he had no mistress at all!
