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…