I said
To my friend
That the waitress
Was aloof.
Perhaps shy.
But the truth
Is I
Wanted bed.
The Truth
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Does Poetry Have a Place in Business?
I recently read this fascinating article in the business magazine Forbes, by Stephanie Denning, entitled “Does Poetry Have a Place in Business” https://www.forbes.com/sites/stephaniedenning/2018/04/06/does-poetry-have-a-place-in-business-one-unsung-success-secret/.
In the article Denning argues that those who read poetry develop their imaginations and imagination is an important factor in driving successful business.
I believe that poetry is valuable in and of itself. It is not merely a utilitarian means to the end of good business practice. Denning accepts this, but contends that reading poetry is also valuable in driving business success.
I have never worked in a business environment (other than selling and promoting my books), and would be interested to hear the views of any readers who have (or are) employed in business. Why does poetry matter to you? Or why does it not matter? Or you merely indifferent to it?
Sitting on this Fallen Log
Sitting on this fallen log
With my dog
Nearby, I touch the reality
Of this tree,
Which once stood
In this Great North Wood.
It’s brother trees still stand
Their canopy shading me
From the evening sun.
Others will come
And sit or stand
In this place
When this old fallen tree
And you who
Now read me
Have vanished without trace.
Gray
I scent new-mown grass
As I pass
Along the churchyard path.
And remembering Gray
Who passed that way
Consider clay
And grass.
Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series
On Monday 17 July, I was interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series. For a podcast of my interview, during which I talked about my poetry and read several of my poems, please visit, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-20-with-kevin-morris-and-carmen-militano/.
I listened back to the podcast using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work.
My thanks to Ariadne for her kindness in interviewing me.
Modernity
Amidst these windswept trees
I feel free
Of modernity.
For the breeze
Drowns out the noise
Of broken
Toys.
In this wood
A tree
Fall
Could end all
This modernity,
Leaving no rhyme
Behind.
Man (Revised Poem)
A couple of days ago, I published a poem entitled “Man” https://kmorrispoet.com/2023/07/14/man/. Below is a slightly amended and extended version of that poem:
I know that these trees
Are Older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or a sigh
As they hurry by.
Man
I know that these trees
Are older than man
And the church
Which so many men pass
Without a glance
Or sigh
Hurrying by.
Bed
My desire for flesh.
We will undress
And I will find
Pleasure in bed.
Yet still
In her warm arms
A chill
Thought haunts my mind
Of the bed
Where all is dead.
Lone Thoughts
Standing at my bedroom window.
A couple laugh
Somewhere below
And an owl cries nearby.
Summer passes.
The owl’s cry
Is my company.
K Morris - Poet 