When a young lady named Dawn
Danced in a field of corn,
The farmer called Giles
Danced on the stiles
And thus their love was born.
Category Archives: creative writing
Calling Time
Sometimes I write at night
And come the morning light
I take up my pen again.
One eventide
I shall lay aside
My pen
And not take it up again,
And the night
Shall take what I write,
For the landlord must call time
On my rhyme.
When A Young Man Named Mike
When a young man named Mike
Sat on a rather sharp spike
I said, with a sigh,
“My friend you won’t die,
But Mike, You have broken that spike!”.
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
We Wish For Fish
We wish for fish
But when the fish
Is caught,
And wish
Turns from thought
To act,
We in fact
Find that the line
We did use
Entangles, and mangles
Us in our own ruse.
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’
‘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
Five new poems by poet K Morris on Soundcloud
Five new poems by poet Kevin Morris on Soundcloud.