Author Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘I saw a great tent’.
Author Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘I saw a great tent’.
Poet Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Shall I sit out this dance?’
A great post by Annette. I agree with Annette that authors should do what works for them. Some may find a professional cover designer best fits their needs, while others will use their own talents to create covers. The book cover for my collection of poetry and prose “Dalliance” was created by Chris Graham, while my dear friend, Jeff Grant kindly donated (free of charge) the photograph which adorns my most recently published collection of poetry, “Refractions”.
Thank you to Sue Vincent, for the kind invitation to submit a guest post for your blog. I appreciate this opportunity.
Cover me, I’m going in!
Should an author make their own book covers? This has been a hot topic of blog conversation lately in some of the blogs I follow. While I paid close attention to everything being said by bloggers/authors who are far more successful than I in selling their wares, I do have a couple thoughts on the topic.
One blogger emphatically states that an author should never create their own covers. In his professional opinion, the cover sells the book. He feels that regardless of how talented one is with programs designed to help one create a cover, a professional cover artist should always be hired to ensure your message will be heard loud and clear.
Another blogger/author has been posting detailed accounts of how she
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There was a young lady called Lin
Who committed a terrible sin.
I promised not to reveal,
So will the truth conceal,
But it happened in a place called Berlin
Maja is right that in this highly paced technological society we are in danger of losing our ability to pause and savour experiences, whether this be the reading of poetry or the appreciation of a flower.
The quote by Charles Darwin, at the end of the post is interesting.
As much as I do believe that technology has given us a lot – a sort of commodity and easiness in our lives, it is also taking from us. We are becoming more accustomed to live fast, do as much as possible while some little enjoyable things flash in a split second, that we are forgetting how they used to feel.
Scrolling down the silver screen, just superficial browsing of information without any deeper thought of what we are actually reading has transferred also on other types of written media. When it comes to poetry – it does require your whole being’s attention.
As discussed here on why people don’t like poetry, I want today to offer you some pointers that might help you enjoy reading poetry even more and discover other poets who’s work sometimes stays undeservedly neglected.
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The old squire knew he would die.
Heaving a sigh
He beckoned to his wife.
“Come near,
My dear.
The strife
Of life
Will soon be done.
I hear yonder church clock,
Chime.
O how time does run
Away.
Soon death will on this great door knock
And take my soul away.
Pray
One thing I would know
Before I go.
Was it you,
My wife most true
Or my mistress with her ribbons so gay,
Who put poison in my cup today?!”
I am pleased to announce that several of my poems are scheduled to be broadcast on Croydon Radio’s Saturday Show, which is presented by Tom Cannon, and airs between 4-6 pm on Saturday 25 February. For further details on the Saturday Show please visit HERE.
For a my previous interview, in which I discussed my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” with Tom, please visit HERE.
The wind she whispered in the trees.
Her voice I heard, but did not heed.
Now my sorrow is sighing with the breeze.
I can hear the wind laughing outside
At our human pride.
The tide
Of time moves on
And we are gone,
With the wind
That will rescind
All
These scribbles on the wall.
There was a young man called Stone
Who stole his dog’s bone.
The dog did howl,
Then, with a growl,
He ate his master’s phone!