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Book Review: The Selected Poems of K. Morris

My thanks to Audrey Driscoll for taking the time to read and review my Selected Poems.

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As the author’s preface states,
the poems in this substantial collection are drawn from six books published
between 2013 and 2019. They are grouped into four sections: Time and Mortality,
Nature, Love and Sensuality, Progress and Human Nature.

The Time and Mortality section occupies half the book. Clearly, this subject preoccupies the poet as he moves through his days. Images of clocks abound, along with churchyards, repetitive sounds, and episodes of light and shadow. Many of these poems are quite similar to one another, differing only in details, as though their author is carefully examining the theme’s every facet. The tone is one of quiet acceptance that has moved beyond despair. “Death Is Dead” presents an oblique view, suggesting that if we lived forever, we would bore each other to… Oh, I get it! Writers especially may relate to several poems, for example, “Why Do I Write?” and its resolve…

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An Author’s Response to a Copyright Infringer

When a young lady named White
Said, “I don’t believe in copyright”,
I stole her purse,
Which made her curse,
But me, I think its right!

The Great Cycle

Walking in the woods yesterday I was reminded of this post.

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Walking in the woods after rain. Damp grass caressing my naked feet, the scents of nature heady and pervasive.

Losing myself in the dark mystery, moving ever closer towards that which can not be expressed.

Time appears to stand motionless. That old gnarled log on which I have so often rested stretches it’s bulk across the leaf strewn path. Once part of something living it now acts as a convenient bench while, imperceptibly it decays returning to what it once was, rich earth which will give rise to new life.

Long before me these trees have stood. I will go and they will remain. I am part of something beyond myself, a living organism in nature’s mysterious plan. Yet I deny this on occasions. Hiding behind my computer’s screen or my head full of noise ear glued to my mobile. All seems paltry as I walk here. The technology with…

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When A Young Lady Named Balinda

When a young lady named Balinda
Met a firey gentleman through Tinder,
She thought something was quite wrong
As he had horns very long,
Which frightened that young lady Balinda!

The Selected Poems of K Morris

Many thanks for hosting me on your blog, Robbie. Kind regards, Kevin

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The Selected Poems of K Morris by [Morris, K]

I am delighted to welcome poet and author, Kevin Morris, to Robbies Inspiration today with a post about his new book, The Selected Poems of K Morris. Kevin is a wonderful writer and I have read and reviewed a few of his delightful poetry books.

I will now hand over to Kevin to tell you a bit about his writing process and to share a poem from this collection:

Whilst sitting at the oak table in my mum’s dining room, in Liverpool, I became aware of the steady ticking of the wall mounted,  battery driven clock. The steady tick tock of that clock led me to compose the below poem, which is entitled, “This Ticking Clock Calms“:

This ticking clock calms.

No alarms;

Just the steady tick tock

Of this battery driven clock.

It is growing dark outside.

I shall put aside

My pride

And think on…

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When A Young Man Named Nick

When a young man named Nick
Threatened me with his walking stick,
I said, “do you happen to know
The boxer known as big, bad Jo?”,
At which Nick dropped his stick!

When The Wife of a Man Named Ed

When the wife of a man named Ed
Found a strange girls shoes under their bed
She said, with a sigh
“I really don’t know why
You must insist on wearing those stilettos, Ed!”.

A Young Lady Whose Name Was Wood

A young lady whose name was Wood
Said, “I shall always be very good,
But, whilst out walking one day
In a field of sweet hay,
She did what she never should!

A Young Lady Whose Name Was Claire

A young lady whose name was Claire
Had beautiful, long brown hair,
But when it did rain
She cried out in pain,
As her hair it turned quite fair!