He bought
Her smile
And thought
For a while
He had caught
Her heart.
But, at break of day
She slipped away
Leaving her imprint
In ink
Imprint
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Author Archives: K Morris Poet
Miss Heart
I met a young lady named Heart
Who asked me to show her my art.
She was full of desire
And did greatly admire –
And then I showed her my art
Cecil Who Went to Sea in a Vessel
There once was a poet named Cecil
Who went to sea in a vessel.
As the boat sank
He penned verses blank.
But they never found them or Cecil!
I Have Sat on Bar Stools
I have sat on bar stools
As fools
Pontificate in love and hate.
From on high, I
Have judged women and men
Thinking myself superior to them
Yet in the quiet
Of morning time
I rhyme
Of imperfect man
And I who am
As them.
Forthcoming Poetry Collection: Shadows and Birdsong
I am pleased to announce that my poetry collection, Shadows and Birdsong, will be available to purchase from Amazon in Kindle and paperback in the next 4-6 weeks.
Book Description:
Shadows and Birdsong brings together poems that reflect on nature, memory, friendship, and the quiet passing of time. Moving through woodlands, graveyards and everyday rooms, Kevin Morris writes about the moments that stay with us and the ones that slip away.
The collection touches on ageing, loss, companionship, and the small details that shape a life: birds calling in the trees, the steady tick of a clock, the feel of rain, the presence of shadows. Some poems remember those who are gone; others simply observe the world as it is, with its mix of beauty and impermanence.
Dave in a Grave
When I found a young man named Dave
Lying in a freshly dug grave,
And I said, “are you dead?”,
He said, “No! I am ted!”
I said, “No, you are most definitely Dave!”
Interview with Author Audrey Driscoll on the World Poetry Cafe
On Tuesday 21 July I was delighted to be joined by author Audrey Driscoll Audrey Driscoll’s Blog | Elements and Transformations on the World Poetry Café. The interview begins approximately 22 minutes into the podcast and can be found here https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-july-23-with-kevin-morris-and-audrey-driscoll/.
My thanks to Audrey Driscoll for joining me on the World Poetry Café.
Postmodernism
Let us deconstruct all things
In this Postmodernist day.
All our elusions must fall
Away
And everything be analysed
Until our eyes
Can no longer see
Beyond this reductionist
Ideology
After the Rol Play (Fiction)
We role played.
Afterwards you stayed
And spoke of your childhood
Which, on the whole, was good.
Then you told me
Of a family friend’s knee …
But now you are at university
And all that was long ago,
And besides, you do not know
Whether it was really so.
And of course you are free
To say “no”
To me
It happened years ago
And I have no responsibility
For what he may
Or may not have done.
Its just fun
To engage in role play.
No harm is done
Or so we say
Early Morning
Sitting in just
My boxer shorts
In the cool of a summer morning,
I think on is and ought.
I touch
My own skin.
And think how thin
Is the veil
That separates me
From the eternity
Of dust
K Morris - Poet 