Heels at night.
Delight and pain.
Her disdain.
His lust.
All dust.
Their mutual shame.
Heels at night.
Delight and pain.
Her disdain.
His lust.
All dust.
Their mutual shame.
I touched the dam
So desired by man.
But soon it was gone
Broken by some other one.
“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
In the dark.
A brief light
Piercing the night.
But no spark
Conquers the dark.
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
A quiet time
To rhyme
At my desk.
Then rest
‘Ere morning’s glow
Does show.
Though no
Man can know.
My fingers lingered
On cantaloupe melons.
A lady said,
“These cantaloupe melons
Are like snakes.
Alone in my bed
I considered her mistake …
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 rot
In winter’s earth.
Spring will bring
Earth’s rebirth.
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/.