Category Archives: musings

Finally beginning work on a selected poems

After lots of excuses to myself, I have determined to finally sit down and draw together a Selected Poems. Those of you who follow this blog, will know that I have previously mentioned my intention to do this, however, excuses are now at an end and I shall be noticeable by my absence as I work on this project.

To be frank, I enjoy writing which does, on the whole come easily to me. In contrast pulling together a poetry collection and/or selection is a chore, (albeit a pleasant one), hence me not having begun work on it as yet.

Incidentally, if anyone has experience of producing a Selected Poems, I would be interested in hearing from them. My understanding from Amazon is that a poet may produce a Selected Poems and that will not be construed as a duplication of their existing work. Again, if any of my reader’s understanding differs from that outlined above, do, please let me know either by commenting on this post or, alternatively via email to kmorris poet (at) gmail dot com). Please note, the address is rendered thus in an attempt to defeat spammers!

Kevin

Roses Smell Sweeter In Childhood

Roses smell sweeter in childhood
Their scent
Being natural and good.
I repent
Of scentless flowers
And myriad hours
Spent trying to grow
What ought not
To grow,
And would,
If I could
Spurn these flowers, purchased on a whim
And return
To a time ere Adam did sin
With Eve.
But I can only grieve
And count the cost
Of Paradise lost.

(The reference to paradise lost pertains to Milton’s fine poem of the same title).

Women’s Poetry Prize

The Mslexia and PBS Women’s Poetry and Pamphlet Competitions are back! Entries are now open until the 16th September 2019, 5pm GMT.
To read more please follow this link, https://www.poetrybooks.co.uk/pages/mslexia-pbs-womens-poetry-prize

Climate Change

Thursday 25th July is predicted to be the hottest July day on record here in the UK (https://www.standard.co.uk/news/uk/uk-weather-london-set-to-swelter-in-recordbreaking-heat-up-to-37c-a4195211.html), and yet some people (fortunately a dwindling minority) continue to persist in blindly arguing either that there is no such thing as climate change or, if there is, that we humans have very little (if any impact) on the earth’s climate. Humans patently do have a massive impact on the world’s climate and tackling climate change is humanity’s top priority.

The above article reminded me of my poem “Melting Ice”, which is reproduced below:

“Under the once-solid ice sheet
We Meet
A demon some persist
In maintaining does not exist.
Deep in his throat, he rumbles;
And humanity stumbles
As yet another ice sheet crumbles”.

(“Melting Ice” can be found in “My old Clock I Wind and Other Poems” which is available from Moyhill Publishing http://moyhill.com/clock/, and from Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0735JBVBG/

Mermaids

Mermaids on the beach
Out of reach
Save in dreams
Where all seems
Fair In love and war
Withdraw, as the tide
Inside is let go
In a flow
Of Oh!

He awakes
And takes
Stock of a human day
Where no mermaids stay
For him. So, at night,
He retreats to the delight
Of the seashore
For all seems
Possible in dreams.

Abandoned Stilletos

I remember abandoned stilettos,
Left, bereft under my bed.
The ghettos
Are cruel it is said,
But you
Knew nothing of them,
(Though much of men
And their desire
To play with fire).

What drew
We 2
Diverse birds of a feather
Together?
Dare I say
That you where
A professional and I an amateur,
Or was it the other way?
I can not say.

The Sun Sets

Friends discuss politics in a pub garden.
Opinions harden.
The sun sets
Over the UK
As the day
Ends, and friends
Depart, Some with regrets
In their heart,
For a day
That may
Soon be done.