My fingers lingered
On cantaloupe melons.
A lady said,
“These cantaloupe melons
Are like snakes.
Alone in my bed
I considered her mistake …
Melons
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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.
While at College
While at college
The mower would pass
Across the grass.
Back then my knowledge
Failed to say
That sweet springing grass
Must turn to hay.
Safe in My Flat
Safe in my flat
In the early morning
I hear the birds
And ponder on cats.
There is no divine
Merely the purring feline,
Part of great nature.
The imponderable creator
Of little man.
We Maintain the Urbane
We maintain
The urbane
And are witty
In the city.
But those who hark
To the fox’s bark
In the suburban dark
Find the urbane
Hard to maintain
And their wit
Begins to slip
Tree Surgeon
A tree surgeon said to me,
“I cut away the rotten half
Of this old tree
Leaving the better part,
Which may survive and thrive”.
A thought came to me.
Is not our flawed humanity
Akin to that old tree?
But there has been too much lop
And chop at our poor flawed humanity.
I Walk at a Fair Old Lick
I walk at a fair old lick
And pass many elderly men and women
With their walking stick.
And, should impatience try to master me
I recall that December
Comes to us all.
And find within me a temporary humility.
K Morris - Poet 