It takes a couple to waltz.
With beauty charming
And character disarming
She does dance
And romance
Until the sun’s ray’s lance
The comforting dark
And a new day starts.

Both parties are willing
But does the payment of a shilling
To the girl
Who does so seductively twirl
Render their interaction
An exploititive transaction
And the waltz false?

Colours
Of autumn wait
For the dying of light
To display themselves in glory
Final
Burst till
White winter comes pale against dark
Colourless yet shining
Patterns on glass
Ice threads

Walking in the woods after rain. Damp grass caressing my naked feet, the scents of nature heady and pervasive.

Losing myself in the dark mystery, moving ever closer towards that which can not be expressed.

Time appears to stand motionless. That old gnarled log on which I have so often rested stretches it’s bulk across the leaf strewn path. Once part of something living it now acts as a convenient bench while, imperceptibly it decays returning to what it once was, rich earth which will give rise to new life.

Long before me these trees have stood. I will go and they will remain. I am part of something beyond myself, a living organism in nature’s mysterious plan. Yet I deny this on occasions. Hiding behind my computer’s screen or my head full of noise ear glued to my mobile. All seems paltry as I walk here. The technology with…

I am delighted to welcome poet and author, Kevin Morris, to Robbies Inspiration today with a post about his new book, The Selected Poems of K Morris. Kevin is a wonderful writer and I have read and reviewed a few of his delightful poetry books.

I will now hand over to Kevin to tell you a bit about his writing process and to share a poem from this collection:

Whilst sitting at the oak table in my mum’s dining room, in Liverpool, I became aware of the steady ticking of the wall mounted,  battery driven clock. The steady tick tock of that clock led me to compose the below poem, which is entitled, “This Ticking Clock Calms“:

This ticking clock calms.

No alarms;

Just the steady tick tock

Of this battery driven clock.

It is growing dark outside.

I shall put aside

My pride

And think on…

The Picture

The picture stands out against the white

Of my living room wall.

A few birds still call.

A fascination with sunlight

Which, as I watch, slowly dies away.

The night

Takes the day

And the picture we see

Is lost in obscurity;

Although, we hope that this light

We borrow

Will be seen on the morrow,

But this we cannot know.

The Selected Poems of K Morris

This book encompasses poems composed between 2013-19. The poems included here have been selected from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, ‘My Old Clock I Wind and other poems’, ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, ‘Dalliance; a collection of poetry and prose’, ‘Refractions’, and ‘The Girl who Wasn’t There’. In addition a number of previously unpublished poems are included in this book.

The poems range from those dealing with nature to others, which touch on the passage of time and…

Are we just our geans
Means
To a meaningless conclusion,
A confusion of arms, legs and bed?
The head
Is often overruled
By the fool
Lust.
Into eternity we thrust
Desperately hoping to leave one of our kind
Behind
Ere our dalliance ends in dust.

“He’s dead”
She said.
What to say?
Meaningless words
Of sympathy, by her probably only half heard
While thinking “I must get away,
The shop will soon close
And heaven knows
I am out of milk. Well nearly so.
Poor lady how will she go
On without him?”
A short walk and I am in
The shop where once they together went
And spent notes that crumble into dust.