K. Morris's Blog, page 69

Doors Bang on Winter Nights

Doors bang

On winter nights.

Something clangs.

 

 

The brightest light

Must fade and die.

And tonight I

Hear the wild wind’s

Great  impersonal roar.

 

 

And when the doors

Bang and slam

I know I am

Just windblown dust.

 

 

December Poetry

In honour of December, I am posting a poem from my collection More Poetic Meanderings, entitled In Early December:

 

“In early December

November’s leaves still adorn

The woodland lawn.

Man’s pattern is made

In light and shade

And the gardener’s rake

Rakes all leaves”.

 

More Poetic Meanderings is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139/

You can access a recording of me reading More Poetic M...

Rules of Behaviour

When a young lady named Miss Hocking

Said, “your behaviour is really quite shocking!”,

I said, “what I done

I done it in fun!”.

She said, “your grammar is also shocking!”.

What is the Purpose of Poetry?

An interesting piece on Medium entitled What is the Purpose of Poetry? https://medium.com/the-howling-owl/what-is-the-purpose-of-poetry-147ba89ef9b0.

 

For me, poetry is valuable in and of itself. As with love and friendship it matters because it matters. If you where to pin me down and insist that I provide a fuller explanation, then I would say that poetry matters because it stirs the emotions. It speaks to who we are/explores what it is to be human.

 

As an aside, I am often puzzled by those ...

Sporty Miss Pearl

I know a young lady named Pearl

Who sets my head in a whirl.

I think I’m in love

As with her boxing glove

She sets my head in a whirl!

Tombs

I have passed tombs

In the sunshine

And in the gloom

Pondering on rhyme

And my fleeting time.

 

Scented with perfume

She passed the dead

Who lay entombed

In their unenvied bed

 

 

And the dead slept on

When she was gone.

We find brevity in lust

And permanence in dust.

Vampire

Your kiss

A mingling of perfume

With cigarettes.

Led inexorably to bed.

 

Later I found

Heels in my bedroom

And your perfume

On my dressing gown.

 

Smoke no longer lingers.

But I find

Sharp teeth and fingers

Occupy my mind.

I Once Met a Vampire Named Keith

I once met a vampire named Keith

Who showed me his very sharp teeth.

When he gnashed his great fangs

I fed him with gran’s meringues

Which poisoned that poor vampire named Keith!

Progress

I saw the lightning flash

Across the sky

And heard the crash

Of thunder

And I

Paused to wonder

On those who stress

The inevitability of human progress

Leaves

Once green leaves

Are brown

On the ground.

Great trees

Wither and die

And I

See dead leaves

At my door.