I make her mine
With a kiss.
But no,
It is not so.
For her mind
Runs free
Of me.
And behind
All the gloss,
Hides innocence
Half lost.
I make Her Mine
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Tag Archives: free verse
Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose
A wooded path:
Beauty in bleakness;
Fallen leaves stirred by a chill winter’s breeze.
Cold cuts like a knife.
Exhilarating to be alive.
(“Beauty in Bleakness” can be found in “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, https://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/
For The Love Of Poetry
Yesterday, I came across an article by Melik Kaylan entitled “For the Love of Poetry”, https://www.forbes.com/2009/04/06/memorize-poetry-education-opinions-columnists-thomas-hardy.html.
Kaylan offers a spirited defence of traditional (rhyming) poetry, and of the benefits flowing from memorising it.
I vividly recollect learning Alfred Noyes’s poem “The Highwayman as a child, and reciting it to an audience, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43187/the-highwayman. Noyes’s poem has a wonderful rhythm and I can still recall large chunks of “The Highwayman”.
I believe that being introduced to relatively simple (rhyming) poetry as a young boy kindled in me my love of the art. Had I been faced with free verse poetry at the same age, I am not sure that my love of poetry would have developed as it has.
There is (as I’ve said here before) much great free verse poetry. However my personal preference is for poetry that rhymes, or has some kind of meter to it. I also remain a traditionalist in that I agree with Kaylan as regards the benefits of memorising poetry.
As always, I would be interested in the views of my readers.
Kevin
They Found, in Old Pompeii
They found, in old Pompeii
The ruins of brothels.
What will they say
When they find the remains
Of our passing day?
The Past
The past
Is a sleeping dog.
As, when it wakes
It barks
And frequently bites.
Beyond Dark and Light
Beyond dark
And light,
I face
Eternal night.
I Collected A Conker
I collected a conker
A few weeks back.
I have it still.
But will
Forever, lack
You who
Collected it with me.
I Am A Man
I am a man
And have respect
For women.
Yet a high-heel shoe
And a smooth, perfect
Leg
Turns my thoughts to sinning
And to bed.
I find
That an empty mind
Does not attract.
But a giggle.
A wriggle
And a vacuous smile,
May distract
For a while.
I Look At The Dark Sky
I
Look at the dark sky
And think on how night
Closes in
Alike
On virtue
And sin
Poets Anonymous
On the evening of Friday 3 July, I spent a pleasant couple of hours participating in a poetry reading organised by Poets Anonymous on Zoom, http://www.poetsanon.org.uk/.
Poets Anonymous organises poetry readings. Prior to the pandemic these took place in and around London, (many of them in Croydon). However, since the outbreak of COVID-19 events have moved online. The group also sends out emails to interested people regarding poetry matters, including competitions and opportunities for poets to have their work featured.
I greatly enjoyed listening to other poets reading their work, and reading several of my own poems from “The Selected Poems of K Morris”, and “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”. One of the poems read by me is entitled “In This Old Familiar Wood”, and runs thus:
“In this old, familiar wood
I take my hood
Down, just
In time for the rain.
I shall not put it up again.
Thoughts of lust,
Of lost love,
And friendship I shall retain
For a while. But this wood,
And the rain,
Shall remain.”
(“In This Old Familiar Wood” can be found in “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”, which is available in paperback and Kindle, and can be found here, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08B37VVKV/.
