A tree branch, bowed
Half blocked the track.
I did not turn back
But ducked under.
There it stands,
Guarding the path.
Bowed by the recent wind.
Nature will have the last laugh,
Whether this tree
Outlasts me,
Or no.
Bowed
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I Dreamed of Homer
I dreamed of Homer.
And of Odysseus the roamer,
And a wine red sea.
But awoke to this Modernity.
The Song of the Wind
The wind gusts.
Human lusts
Are strong.
But, as I sit in my home,
I remember long
Gone Rome.
And listen to the eternal sing,
Of the gusting wind.
Show
I see the sky
And delight in the sun’s rays.
But nothing stays
The same, and I know
This show,
Must turn to dust.
I hear the voices of women
And think on love,
And sinning.
But, as with the sky
Above,
I know
‘Tis a passing show.
Ballet
Girls play
At ballet.
Their skirts billow.
Thoughts of pillow
And bed
Fill his head.
Youthful feet tap.
The gap
‘Twixt lust,
Dust
And art,
Is not that far apart.
An Introduction to Blank Verse
A good introduction courtesy of the blog Interesting Literature, on the origins of blank verse. The post explains that blank verse was invented by the Earl of Surrey, and explores the differences between blank and free verse, blank verse being closest to everyday speech.
To read the article please visit, https://interestingliterature.com/2020/02/what-is-blank-verse-introduction/.
Poet Kevin Morris to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:10 pm (UK time), on Thursday 27th February 2020
I am delighted to announce that, on Thursday 27 February, at 9:10 pm (UK time), I shall be appearing on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, https://worldpoetry.ca/.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer, host of The World Poetry Reading Series, for her kindness in inviting me to appear on her show.
I have been priveleged to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio on several previous occasions. For my previous interview, in which I discussed and read from my “Selected Poems”, please visit this link, https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=14784.
You can find “The Selected Poems of K Morris” here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/.
Everything There Is To Be Said
Everything there is to be said
Has been said,
Of nature, beauty,
Love, duty
And bed.
Many poetic men
(And women)
Have employed their pen
To condemn
(Or glory in)
Sin.
So perhaps its true
That there is nothing new
To be said.
Yet poets think,
And the ink
Runs blood red.
I See My Shadow Go
I see
My shadow go
In front of me,
In the dark.
One day, I shall depart.
But you will find
That I have left behind,
My shadow of art.
Friends with Benefits
Beneficial
Or superficial?
Both it may be.
But those of a judicial
Bent
Are, rightly,
Content,
To let it be.
