A very happy new year to you all. May 2021 be a much better year than the previous one!
Very best wishes. Kevin
A very happy new year to you all. May 2021 be a much better year than the previous one!
Very best wishes. Kevin
The dead may speak,
Through the poet’s art.
His readers may weep.
Yet, some things run so deep,
They can not be expressed in art.
I face my darkening window.
My curtain
Will shut out the night.
I know
Morning’s light
Must come.
But who can be certain
That he
Will see
The sun?
You can find
Any kind
Of takeaway.
Thai or Chinese.
Or whatever you please
Is online.
But, you must pay
A fee
For your takeaway.
As to dine
Does not come free
And, after
the wine
And laughter,
Your delivery will depart,
Leaving no broken heart.
Her kiss (so desired),
My body fired
By lust.
And after
The kisses, and laughter,
Thoughts of dust.
A couple of weeks ago, I composed a poem entitled “December Snow”, which was subsequently read by me on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series.
Today I awoke to find the lawn covered in late December snow, so thought I would re-post my reading of the poem, http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-120.
December Snow:
A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
Away,
And the temperature has dropped.
The forecasters say
There may
Be snow.
I well remember the December
Snow.
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!
And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
Snow.
We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.
Waking, much later than intended
I see
The pretended,
And rush to make tea.
For my fun
is ended
And we must run.
I to my desk
And she
Home, to her rest.
Delight for a night
Maybe mine,
Again, for a time.
To rhyme
Is free
And tea
Is cheap.
While her smile
Will beguile
For a while
A myriad sparrows singing
To me from a tree.
Their song
Bringing joy
To girl and boy.
I know not how long
My song
May be.
But sparrows in a tree,
Sang to me.
A very happy Christmas to you, all of my readers. Thank you for reading my poetry during 2020.
Have a wonderful Christmas.
Very best wishes. Kevin
This winter sunshine.
This ticking clock.
Now I am here.
Then I am not.