Dog and Ball

Dogs help us to live in the moment, something we humans are often not very good at doing. As someone who grew up around dogs, and has been lucky enough to work with 4 guide dogs, including my current friend and helper, Trigger, I feel privileged to have known the canine companions who have, for a time, enriched my life).

K Morris Poet's avatarK Morris - Poet

My head full
Of dull
Thought.
Then the ball you caught
And waving your tail
Did derail
My introspection.
How can I suffer dejection
When I recollect your playful snort
And the ball you caught?

View original post

Changes to Newauthoronline

Readers of this blog will notice that the title of my site has changed to “K Morris – Poet”, and the tagline to “Kevin Morris poet”. The web address (newauthoronline.com) remains the same. I have, however added a new subdomain (https://kmorrispoet.com), which will take you to my blog in precisely the same manner as newauthoronline.com.

When I first started this blog, I was a new author, hence the web address newauthoronline.com. However, the vast majority of my writing has, for the last few years consisted of poetry, hence the change in the site’s title and tagline to better reflect the nature of my work (and who I am as a person).

I have no intention of dispensing with the domain newauthoronline.com. So, in practical terms (other than the site’s title and tagline),the only difference you will notice is that my site can also be accessed at https://kmorrispoet.com

In the unlikely event that you do experience any difficulties, do please let me know, either by leaving a comment here or by sending an email to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. (the email address is rendered thus to defeat spammers)!

Kevin Morris reading a further selection of his poems on Soundcloud

Me reading a further selection of my poems on Soundcloud.

 

You Come In The Morning

You come in the morning
And find me stretching, yawning.
Will you have me storming?
Or forlorning?

A new day is dawning
On the same old paper sheet
Of meet
And greet.

At break of day
You may
Find me yawning
And leave me, forlorning
With the truth, upon me dawning