Monthly Archives: April 2019

Writing Blind

This list of writers, who where blind makes for interesting reading, https://blog.bookstellyouwhy.com/from-homer-to-borges-a-list-of-blind-writers. The list includes Homer (although there is debate as to whether the author of the Iliad did, in fact exist), John Milton, James Joyce and Borges.

In terms of living writers, I am aware of Giles L Turnbull, http://gilesturnbullpoet.com/ and Victoria Zigler, http://www.zigler.co.uk/victoria.htm, both of whom are blind. Coincidentally Giles and I attended Swansea University at the same time, and Giles has been kind enough to write a review of my book, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems“.
I have had the pleasure of meeting Victoria (Tori) and her husband Kelly. So I am personally acquainted with 2 blind writers.

I myself am also blind and have written about my visual impairment here, https://scvincent.com/2017/02/06/guest-author-kevin-morris-visual-impact/.

While being visually impaired may exert an impact on the way in which writers express themselves, this is not, in my experience a primary determinant as regards their literary output.

As always I would be interested in the comments of my readers.

Kevin

The Cat and the Hound

A cat will play with a mouse and thrust,
Much to we humans disgust,
Nature red in tooth and claw
Into our face.

The hounds will chase
The fox, and it leaves me bereft
For it is we who take pleasure in the creature’s death.

It is a truth profound
That the cat and the hound
Can not be bad,
But sometimes I think,
That we humans are mad.

A picture of the postcard which advertises my poetry.

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The above photograph shows my poem ‘Lost’. The text reads:

LOST

‘My thoughts lost on the damp air

Going who knows where.

The sodden grass

I pass

Where children play

but not today.

No ball

or bird call.

Only the rain’s incessant fall.’

– Kevin Morris

Excerpt from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’

http://www.kmorrispoet.com

 

‘Lost’ can be found in ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, available here for the UK and here for the US.

Wild Flowers

I perceive
The flowers as I
Pass by.
Should I
Grieve
That they will die?

I paused and smelt
And felt
Their slim stem that I
Could so easily break.

I chose not to take
And did the blooms forsake
For I
Know that they shall die

This poem and others like it can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, available here for the UK and here for the US.

The above pictures were taken in Spa Wood, SE19.

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Bluebells close-up

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Yellow flowers close-up

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Wild garlic close-up

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Blue flowers close-up

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White flowers close-up

In the woods dark heart

In the wood’s dark
Heart the breeze
Whispers in the trees
Words that I can not comprehend.
May god send
Me peace
And this breeze
Never cease.

‘In the woods dark heart’ can be found on Amazon in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’ by Kevin Morris, available here for the UK and here for the US.

All of these pictures were taken in Spa Woods, SE19.

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A picture of the path leading into the woods

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A large tree close-up

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A large tree

When My Friend Whose Name Is Ted

When my friend whose name is Ted
Turned to me and said,
“If I had the time I’d use internal rhyme”,
I said, “you just have Ted!”.

There Once Was A Clever Ukrainian

There once was a clever Ukrainian
Who grew a spectacular geranium.
It had many pink flowers
And she spent countless hours
Tending that geranium which grew in her cranium!