Shall I compose
In free
Verse? (which is still poetry),
Or write in prose?
And where does poetry
Begin, and prose
Come to an end?
Please tell me,
My literary friend!
Poetry and Prose
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“The Selected Poems of K Morris” is now available in braille from the Royal National Institute of Blind People
On 15 November, I wrote a post in which I said that my “Selected Poems” would soon be available in braille, from the Royal National Institute of Blind People, (RNIB), https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/11/15/my-selected-poems-will-soon-be-available-in-braille-from-rnib/. I am pleased to announce that “The Selected Poems of K Morris (Braille edition) was delivered this afternoon (Saturday 30 November).
I am, of course, delighted that visually impaired people (those who read braille, for by no means all sight impaired individuals do so), will have the option to enjoy my poetry in this format. In addition, text to speech is, of course enabled on all of my books, meaning that those who (like me) are unable to read print, can listen to my Kindle titles.
For links to all of my books please visit my blog’s “About” page, https://kmorrispoet.com/about/.
A young Lady Whose Name Is Jane
A young lady whose name is Jane
Has composed a poem about a train.
It goes like an express,
And her speed does impress.
But lets now turn to that train!
To Flowers that, in Springtime Bud
To flowers that, in springtime
Bud,
Would that I could
By this rhyme,
Spoken
By me,
Cause thee
To open.
But thine sweet scent,
Would soon be spent.
Ashes Now to Ashes
I was delighted and humbled that my poem, “The Poet” https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/11/29/the-poet-2/, inspired Lorraine to compose her fine poem, “Ashes Now to Ashes” https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/2019/11/29/ashes-now-to-ashes/.
The Poet
Poetry dies
In eyes
Grown dim
With sin.
Thomas rages
At the dying light.
What use are pages
At the final, “goodnight!
Culture (a double Acrostic)
Cultivated people unwind.
Literature may take
Us to unknown realms.
Every book, must end.
An Autumn Bird
An autumn bird
I heard
Sing
Ere the sky
Grew bright,
And I
Thought of spring,
And eternal night.
A Rhyme for Election Time
A rhyme
For election time.
Claim and counter claim.
The public say, “they
lie, its always the same”.
Manifestos contain
Promises (to be kept, or broken).
Are politician’s words, spoken,
At election time,
Worth more
than a poor
Poet’s rhyme?
A Young Woman, Overheard
“He said, “can you do
Me a favour?”,,
If you know what I mean?”,
Its easy to misconstrue
2 plus 2 as 92,
But, me, enjoying the flavour
Of my food, had a thought,
Positively obscene,
That the mathematical law
Does mean
That 2, plus 2
Always equals 4.
K Morris - Poet 