How can one repent
When there is no scent
Left behind
For a man to find?
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My Forthcoming Collection of Poetry (An Update)
I have now received the proof-read manuscript of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”.
So what inspired the title of my collection?
On the bookcase in my living room sits a Ting-Tang clock which dates, I believe from the early 1900’s.
The clock inspired the first poem in my collection (and the title of the book) and is entitled, appropriately enough “My Old Clock I Wind”.
As I wound my faithful old time piece I felt acutely aware of time passing. The pendulum swings and another second is, forever lost.
Next Tuesday (4 April) my friend, Jeff will take a photograph of my clock, which will adorn the front cover of “My Old Clock”.
The photograph and the manuscript will then wing it’s way to my publisher who will produce both an electronic and print version of the book, (I plan to use Moyhill who published my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, http://moyhill.com/lost/.
Kevin
Stellar Guest Post – Kevin Morris
Many thanks to Nicola for publishing my poem as a guest post on her blog. Kevin
Butter
The cook does mutter
About the missing butter,
While the dog licks his lips
And eyes up the chips …
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Yesterday (25 March), I found my guide dog Trigger with his nose in a tub of butter. I had heard a crash in the kitchen earlier. however, on investigating and there appearing to be nothing amiss, I returned to the living room, until the sound of my hungry canine tucking into a tub of butter reached my ears!
Chained To The Rhythm (Katy Perry)
Reread, Reread And Reread Again
You have spent eons polishing that poem. Read it through until the words swim like spectres before your eyes and, finally, being satisfied with the results of your labour pressed publish. What a feeling of satisfaction at a job well done flows through one when one’s perfectly crafted words our out there for the great reading public to pour over. A few days later you sit down and reread your pearls of wisdom. Oops your writing which seemed to constitute perfection personified suddenly reveals imperfections.
To take an example from my own work. Below is my poem “Fire” rendered twice. The first rendering appeared on this blog, newauthoronline.com and the second (polished) rewrite can be found in “Dalliance; A Collection of Poetry and Prose”.
Fire As It Appeared On Newauthoronline:
“I have felt the fire at midnight’s hour
It kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.
I have gazed at…
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Visiting the Zoo
Visiting this zoo
I wander through
This ordered place,
Where every wild trace
Is prettily boxed and tied
For the public to see.
A tiger looked at me,
Sighed
And thought of his tea …
There Was An Old Reactionary Called Paul
There was an old reactionary called Paul
Who said “I shall forestall
The coming age”,
So, in rage
He built a very high wall!
When A Monster Dies
When a monster dies
Someone cries,
For they know only part
Of the monster’s heart.
What poem speaks to you?
As with the author of this post, many poems speak to me. However, among my favourite poems is Ernest Christopher Dowson’s “They Are Not Long” which runs thus”:
“They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream”.
What is your favourite poem? When someone asks me that it’s a bit like asking me which one of my children I love the most…it changes every day (joke!).
In case you missed it World Poetry Day was Tuesday. I know poetry is not for everyone, but I find a comfort and pleasure in it I could never get from a book. In times of sadness certain poems salve my soul or give me the words a broken heart cannot express. The same is true for Love, happiness, friendship and parenthood.
I have many poetry books but my go to book is Daisy Goodwin’s ‘Poems To Last A Lifetime’. It’s a compilation of poetry covering life from birth to adolescence, first love, marriage, everlasting love, divorce and death, beautifully illustrated and edited. There is a poem for everyone in there and many I’d never heard of.
So tonight I’d like…
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