I touched the dam
So desired by man.
But soon it was gone
Broken by some other one.
Tag Archives: free verse
The Secret of the Rose
“We know what was on his mind
When he composed a rhyme about time
And a flower who’s bloom to soon
Passed away”, they will say.
And I will make reply,
“Only the poet knows
The secret of the rose”.
But poets may lie.
We are Sparks
We are sparks
In the dark.
A brief light
Piercing the night.
But no spark
Conquers the dark.
Caught Up in My Dark Thought
Caught up in my dark thought
I did walk
Through the churchyard without any light.
It was night.
Something ran from dog and man.
I continued alone
Groping for home
Writing at Night
A quiet time
To rhyme
At my desk.
Then rest
‘Ere morning’s glow
Does show.
Though no
Man can know.
Melons
My fingers lingered
On cantaloupe melons.
A lady said,
“These cantaloupe melons
Are like snakes.
Alone in my bed
I considered her mistake …
My Further Selected Poems Has Been Nominated for the Daisy Award
I am delighted to announce that I have been nominated for the Daisy Award at Two Gals and a Book for my Further Selected Poems.
You can read about the award here, https://twogalsandabookcom.wordpress.com/2021/12/25/the-2021-stacy-and-daisy-award-nominees/. For my Further Selected Poems please visit this link, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F.
My thanks to S Daisy of Two Gals and a Book for nominating my Further Selected Poems for the Daisy Award.
Autumn’s Dead Leaves
Autumn’s dead
Leaves rot
In winter’s earth.
Spring will bring
Earth’s rebirth.
On Hearing Sirens Pass By
On hearing sirens pass by
I think on Philip Larkin
And Rhyme
While I
Have time.
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Philip Larkin’s poem Ambulances frequently comes to mind when ambulances pass me by. You can find an analysis of Larkin’s fine poem here, https://interestingliterature.com/2017/05/a-short-analysis-of-philip-larkins-ambulances/.
I Am Birdsong
I have heard
A solitary bird
Sing to me
From a tree
In the park
As the dark
Came softly down.
I have found
In his song
Melancholy and beauty
For that is part
Of mine own heart.
I am sweet birdsong,
Love, lust and dust.
