You followed me into the bedroom
Bringing with you
The merest hint of perfume.
You stood there
Wholly unaware,
Chatting of what? I do not recollect.
Slim and near.
Respect for a long friendship held me
tight.
Or maybe
Fear.
I did not speak that night.
Me reading my poem ‘Under the Stars’ on Soundcloud.
I have uploaded ‘Autumn Breeze’ and ‘The Dark’ to my Soundcloud page.
I have uploaded 9 new poems to my Soundcloud page, all of which can be found below.
I write for you I hardly know.
Let it be so
Though you may go
And find
My rhyme.
But that, I do not know.
Lost in a girl’s eyes
A poet dies
In midnight sighs,
Yet in love’s dance,
Perchance, a poem is born
A poem written about my four-legged friend, Trigger. As I say in my poem, dogs have such short lives compared to we humans, yet they give so much to us.
While drinking in my favourite local pub, The Railway Bell (http://www.rampubcompany.co.uk/visit-pubs/railway-bell), I left my rucksack, which contained a copy of my book ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my mind’ (https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY) on the floor. My guide dog Trigger made himself comfortable on both book and rucksack, creasing ‘Lost’s pages, which led to the composition of this poem.
The poem can be found in Refractions: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Refractions-K-MORRIS-ebook/dp/B01L5UC2H2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1488112246&sr=1-1&keywords=refractions+k+morris
While out walking in a maze
A young lady did my poems praise.
She called me “sweet honey”,
And when she asked me for money,
I said, “the cattle they peacefully graze!”.
When a corpse being conveyed in a hearse
Composed a poem all in free verse,
An undertaker named Heather
Said, “you are extremely clever,
But I really don’t like free verse!”.
A young lady whose name is Beth
Went out seeking for Death,
But Death, finding her attentions intrusive,
Became very elusive,
So she’s ancient, and searching for Death.
