K. Morris's Blog, page 720
October 4, 2015
The Haunted Moors
An interesting post. Kevin
Originally posted on Walking with a Smacked Pentax:
The Beast of Ilkley Moor – this fabulous structure appeared one evening at Windgate Nick – a vantage point high on the moors. It stayed for a few weeks then just as mysteriously disappeared. No one knows who put it there or where it went. Just another mystery on a very creepy moor.
In 1975 I rented the top floor apartment in a spooky old Victorian mansion situated high on the edge of Ilkley...
Mask
Why do you ask
If I wear a mask?
Do you suppose my expression benign
Conceals some hideous crime?
Look in the glass
And rather ask
About your own mask.
Put away the stones
For bones
Are brittle
And friend’s opinions fickle
As the witches in Macbeth
Who promise much, then leave him bereft.
Balinda (Humour)
There was a young lady called Balinda
Who’s mother asked that fire she bringa.
The match it caught
On the new dress she bought
And Balinda was burned to a cinda
Books Vs. E-books
A good post on the advantages and disadvantages of ebooks compared to their traditional counterparts. Being blind I relish the independence provided by electronic books. Most Kindle titles have text to speech enabled allowing visually impaired people to have books read aloud. I lack sufficient sight to read print books, consequently ebooks are a liberating invention. Having said that, I love the scent of physical books and possess many braille books. Its wonderful to si...
Refugees
A checkout girl young and sweet
The thought of refugees almost makes me weep.
She speaks of her car
I ponder on those who have travelled far.
She is at university
While others face adversity.
A kind hearted girl
Do thoughts whirl
Through her head
Of the suffering and the dead?
Just an ordinary morning shopping,
Nothing shocking.
Refugees
A checkout girl young and sweet
The thought of refugees almost makes me weep.
She speaks of her car
I ponder on those who have travelled far.
She is at university
While others face adversity.
A kind hearted girl
Do thoughts whirl
Through her head
Of the suffering and the dead?
Just an ordinary morning shopping,
Nothing shocking.
The right way to write
I agree with Sue. What matters is whether a book reads well not whether it is a shiny, fully polished product. Kevin
Originally posted on Daily Echo:
For a writer, the best thing in the world is to know you have been read and that what you have written has been enjoyed or has struck a chord with a reader. Most of the time, we just don’t know… a book goes out into the world and we hear very little. Sales don’t matter in that respect… you still don’t know. The odd review...
The right way to write
I agree with Sue. What matters is whether a book reads well not whether it is a shiny, fully polished product. Kevin
Originally posted on Daily Echo:
For a writer, the best thing in the world is to know you have been read and that what you have written has been enjoyed or has struck a chord with a reader. Most of the time, we just don’t know… a book goes out into the world and we hear very little. Sales don’t matter in that respect… you still don’t know. The odd review...
October 3, 2015
Writing
The bird he speaks to me of wasted time
of how I labour inside when the weather is fine.
The dog rolls on his back, paws in the air
For my writing he does not care.
The sky it darkens in the west.
I cease my toil, that is best.
Mountaineering
Beautiful mountains, their peaks pointing to the sky.
I would die
for the chance to climb
That track sublime.
Would that I could sally
Into the verdant valley
That nessles between
Those hills green.
Oh to drink from the life giving stream,
Which does flow
Where few may go.
I can but dream.
