My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
I was delighted to receive an email earlier today from a reader who has read my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. In order to protect the privacy of my correspondent, I have not included any details which might identify her:
“I hope you are well and recovered from your traumatic period.
I like your poems about it and especially enjoyed these:
Whole Again; very poignant and concise.
Twilight: Lovely ,a brief and enchanted moment, like a haiku.
A Garden in Early Spring: another lovely one. You are very good at describing that time of day becoming night.”
“Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death” is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store.
Girls sell flowers
Which, for a few hours
Make men smile
And forget all their regrets
For a while
In the flower’s sweet scent.
Though some may repent,
Come lonely hours
The pull of flowers
Will often tempt.
And a girl’s rent …
I am offering a free signed paperback copy of my recently released poetry collection, “Passing through: some thoughts on life and death”, Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death: Amazon.co.uk: Morris, K: 9798284279151: Books. In order to be in with a chance of winning your free paperback copy, please answer the following question. Who wrote the novel “The Razor’s Edge” which was subsequently made into a movie?
Please send your answers to me at kmorris poet (@) gmail.com. The address is rendered in this manner in order to defeat spammers.
The first person to email me the correct answer will receive a signed copy of my book. Please note, there is only 1 free copy available.
Good luck!
I once met a clever cow
Who said, “I don’t know how
All of my milk
Is smooth as silk!”,
I said, “wow! A talking cow!”
When a pushy young author named Lee
Said, “I demand that you support me!”,
I said, “life is brief
And it ends in grief.
Now Lee, do accept this fifty pea!”
When my friend said, “your poetry is dark”.
I could have said, “should I pretend
That we don’t all end
In the stark dark, my old friend”.
But I smiled and whiled away more time
In drink. But now rhyme
Of you and me. and truth in poetry.
When my dear old aunt named Kate
Died and left me her whole estate,
I received a broken pencil
And a very empty till,
And an IOU from my aunt Kate!
I awoke to rain today.
I will walk where water drips
From spring leaves and flowers
For time slips away
And all our little hours
Are brief as butterflies,
Who flit by without a sigh.
My thanks to Chris Graham for his kindness in hosting a guest post by me on his blog. For my post please follow this link https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/2025/05/22/guest-post-an-explanation-from-author-and-poet-kevin-morris/