K. Morris's Blog, page 655
August 21, 2016
Privileged tears
Moving and beautiful.
The weather has been good, lately,
you say,
while the shy sun enters our home,
frankly, the weather has been good,
but so have we, for the last few years,
and I say years,
for I do not remember the last tear you have shed.
You leave for work,
kissing me goodbye, like within the movies, swiftly, yet lovely,
and I watch you leave as the sun rises,
until you disapear within the bright light of this morning.
The weather has been good, lately,
I think,
while was...
A Tired Smile
A tired smile
Hides a guilty denial,
While a sheepish grin
Conceals sin,
Though not very well
For the wise can tell
What lies within
August 20, 2016
There Was A Young Lady Called Lin
There was a young lady called Lin
Who lived in a very large bin,
Until one day
The dustmen took it away,
Which was much to her chagrin!
Velvet
An old man reading Mill
Looks out over the still
Land
Where oaks as ancient institutions stand,
And hears a sound drear,
That of velvet jackboots, approaching near.
Fate
Some say
In a place far away
The gods play dice
And we humans pay the price.
How easy to blame some external force,
“Matters will take their course.
We must to fate submit
And our teeth in the face of adversity grit”.
Macbeth his dagger drew
And ran king Duncan through.
It was his own shame.
No witches where to blame.
We make our own fate,
Though oft we hate
The fact however true,
It was we alone, who ran King Duncan through.
August 19, 2016
Penned Imagination
There’s magic in weaving words. For a means of evoking one piece of a bigger picture, we look to poetry. While fiction is an escape. A way to enter a new world, experience new things, and walk in someone’s footsteps across the pavements of penned imagination.
Sarah Doughty
For the ‘Support Insta Writers’ August Prompts
(based on books written by authors in the IG community)
hosted by Tracy and Journee.
Pens And Pavements by @pensandpavements
Make Up
Skin, once perfect as plastic,
Now stretches like an elastic
Band.
Once men would rush to obey her every command.
Now at the mirror she does stand
Make up in hand
Expertly hiding
The lines dividing
Youth
From the truth
Of middle-age.
August 18, 2016
Dolls
He collected dolls both black and white.
Twas his pain and his delight,
To hold them tight at night.
Few words where said,
As they lay upon his bed
With eyes cold and dead.
He touched their skin so real,
Though love they could not feel.
One doll his heart did steal,
But her passion was unreal.
His soul it turned to steel,
No longer could he feel.
Pet of the Week – Trigger – Right-Hand Man of poet Kevin Morris
Many thanks to Sally for featuring my 4 legged fiend (do I mean friend)? on her blog. To read about the exploits of my guide dog Trigger please take a look at Trigger’s post. Kevin
Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life
Today our featured pet, Trigger, is the right-hand man of Kevin Morris.. Kevin is an author and poet whose collections of short stories and poetry have received excellent reviews.
When not managing his author friend Kevin, Trigger can be found patrolling the open plan off...
August 17, 2016
Lethe
Truth hides
Away
In the day
And slides
Out in dreams
When all seems
Real.
Dreams reveal
Our fears, often in a jumble,
A veritable Tumble
Of confused
Images and thought.
The truth may momentarily be caught
For the dreamer to see,
But frequently wriggles free
As he awakes
And his desire for forgetfulness slakes
In Lethe.
—
Lether means oblivion In ancient greek and was one of the 5 rivers in Hades (the Greek underworld). When the dead drank from the waters of Lethe they would forget their f...
