When an old man driving a hearse
Went and composed a very poor verse,
A corpse named Ted
Said, “I am dead!
But I still object to poor verse!”
Poor Verse
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Whilst Visiting a Place Known as Clapham
Whilst visiting a place known as Clapham
A girl said, “I’ll make it happen!”.
When I said, “does it involve money?”,
She said, “o, my dear naïve honey,
Don’t you know everything does in Clapham!”
I Check My Feet
I check my feet.
The skin underneath
Has begun to crease
And my toes
Are sometimes stiff.
I am growing old.
I can not deny
My middle age.
But when girl’s feet
Pass me by
I know only dust
Will defeat my lust.
Love in the Wood
In the sunlit wood
I heard
The sound of love.
No word
Did I hear.
Simply the bliss
Of young lover’s lips
Came softly to me
As a bird
In a tree
Mimicked kisses for me.
Obsession
Why do I
Obsess over fallen leaves?
Should I lie
And try to pretend
There is no end?
Trees do not grieve
For fallen leaves.
Nor will I,
For all must die.
Yet I see
A poignant beauty
In these bare trees
And Autumn leaves.
Poet Kevin Morris’s Interview on the World Poetry Reading Series
On Monday 2 October, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series. During my interview, I read several of my poems and talked about what inspires me to compose poetry. In addition, I answered several questions, including 1 from a listener who asked how to start writing poetry and how to deal with criticism.
To listen to the podcast please visit https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-october-5-with-kevin-morris-and-vani-pradeep/?utm_source=notification&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=notification_new_upload&utm_content=html. My segment starts approximately 27 minutes into the podcast and runs for around 17 minutes.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for hosting me on her show.
A Girl’s Lost Socks
She looked
For her lost socks
In my flat.
On looking
I have found that
A lost earring
Or similar such thing
Is easily discovered
In bedcovers.
She found her socks
And I pleasure.
But, I wonder whether
I have lost
The capacity to love.
Now I’ve Passed the Half Century Mark
Now I’ve passed the half century mark
And the dark
Of night no longer hides from sight,
A girl’s hand
Laid on my arm
And the charm
Of her dark hair
Can still command
My poet’s heart and art.
All you said,
Was “take care”,
But your long black hair
And open heart
Brought the thought of bed
Where no lover does grace
The vacant space.
Aeolus
In this temple, open to the air,
I feel you everywhere.
These Doric Columns speak of our yesterday.
But you will stay
When I and they
Are but clay.
These ancient Yew
And Redwood trees
Have heard wind sing
Over long centuries.
But your cold blast
Will outlast the Yew.
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This poem stems from a visit to the temple of Aeolus in Kew Gardens with my friend Brian on 29 September 2023. You can find out a little about the temple here, https://www.kew.org/kew-gardens/whats-in-the-gardens/woodland-garden-and-temple-of-aeolus.
Kidnapped
I awoke on an island with seals
And spied a young lady in heels.
When I said, “my dear,
How did we get here!”,
She said, “we got kidnapped by seals!”.
K Morris - Poet 