If all man’s fantasies came true
More than a few
Would hear doors clang and bang,
And seeing the stars
Through iron bars
Soon would find
That some fantasies are best confined
Within the confines of their mind.
At 6 am
I awake to rain.
Today I may smile
And perchance recall
There is no artifice
In the rain.
There once was a nymph named Echo
Who spent all her days drinking Prosecco.
When they said, “is that nice?”,
She would repeat their words twice,
And then she would drink more Prosecco!
On Monday 12 February, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series. During my interview, I read and discussed my poetry.
You can find a link to the podcast here, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-feb-15-2024-kevin-morris-and-tanis-parenteau/
. My segment appears approximately 31 minutes into the podcast and runs for about 11 minutes. In addition, I read a final poem at the end of the show.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for taking the time to interview me.
There once was a vampire named Dawn
Who liked to dance on the lawn.
When they said, “is that good?”,
She would say, “I like blood.
Won’t you join me on this lawn?”.
There was heavy rain
In the churchyard
As I hurried by
Cold old stones.
Later the sun came,
And early flowers
Groped for the spring.
A cultured young lady known as Marr
Has a job in a rough bar.
When she quotes Shakespeare
The customers all cheer
And dance with Marr on the bar!
When a wicked young man named Ted
Said, “I shall chop off your head!”,
And his friend Max
Passed him an axe,
I found I was dreaming in bed!
Sometimes I find my mind
Dwelling on love and sleep.
My lover’s kiss
Is passing bliss.
But the Reaper keeps
His special kiss
For my inevitable sleep.
I heard a solitary bird
Sing over tombs
On a sunny February day.
I know gloom
And beauty
While he
Knows not mortality.
K Morris - Poet 