You slip inside.
And in glide
And wet
Forget regret.
There are no ties to bind
Yet,
in the back of your mind
You find
Regret.
You slip inside.
And in glide
And wet
Forget regret.
There are no ties to bind
Yet,
in the back of your mind
You find
Regret.
My thanks to Esther Chilton for her kindness in featuring me on her blog. To read my guest post please follow this link, https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/07/24/guest-blog-post-featuring-kevin-morris/
You may hold,
For a time
With gold.
But, later find
That her heart
And mind
Are, forever apart,
From thine.
I drink
My wine
And think
Of sleep paralysis.
Then, walking home alone,
I think,
On the wisdom
Of going to bed.
The traffic noise momentarily fades.
No words,
Just the singing of birds,
And a yearning for woodland glades.
(“Indefinable” can be found in my Selected Poems”, which is available here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).
I get wet
By this fine
Rain.
Yet,
I do not regret
For the divine
Is in the rain.
I shall get wet
Again
For when
Death does steal
Me away.
I regret
That I shall no longer feel,
The joy of a rainy day.
In response to a comment by me on her post entitled “The infinity of Destinies”, Veronica comments as follows:
“If I told you my own vision, the mystery would be gone, don’t you agree?”. (see https://thewavesofpoetry.com/2020/07/12/the-infinity-of-destinies-dedicated-to-e/).
As a poet, I do indeed agree with Veronica. Every reader puts his or her own interpretation upon a poem or any other piece of writing. What the creator of art intended is, frequently not what the reader, the viewer of the painting Etc, interprets. And herein resides the joy and beauty of artistic creation.
In my poem “Raining”, I describe awaking to the sound of “rain drumming on my window pane”. On reading “Raining”, a friend’s teenage son commented that he thought the rain was “crying”. This is not something which I (the poet) had ever considered when penning the poem. I can, however understand why my friend’s son interprets “Raining” as he does, and I certainly do not dismiss his interpretation of the poem.
The truth of the matter is this. Once a poem, short story, novel or any other artistic creation is made available to the public, those exposed to it will, inevitably put their own interpretation upon that creation. And they have every right to do so. This is part of the joy of creativity – that it provokes differing interpretations.
As always, I would be interested in the views of my readers.
Kevin
I may, for a while,
Smile,
Undress
And caress
A girl of easy virtue.
You may say
She is not mine.
True.
Though I may
Immortalise her in rhyme.
We are told
The virus likes the cold.
And mankind grieves
For autumn leaves.
A post by Chris Graham, (AKA The Story Reading Ape), on the importance of leaving reviews, https://wp.me/p3mGq7-yfz.
I am always grateful when a reader takes the time to leave a review of one of my books on Amazon, Goodreads or their own website.
It gave me tremendous pleasure when, during Christmas 2019, a reader contacted me by email and told me that she had enjoyed my “Selected Poems”, and that I had inspired her to write. So, yes, reviews are important to authors.