I see the stopped clock
And feel the autumn chill.
This hot tea
Will
Warm me.
But all clocks
Stop
In the end,
My friend
I See the Stopped Clock
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Walking Through the Churchyard, in the Autumn Dark
Walking through the churchyard,
In the autumn dark
I missed your cry.
But you wait, somewhere
For those who dare,
(And those who dare not)
Think on the graveyard plot.
Young Women’s Feet
Young women’s feet
Kick autumn leaves.
Time deceives
Not. clocks
Do stop.
And once green leaves
Must turn to dust.
Poet Kevin Morris Reading His Poem Leaving On Youtube
Earlier today, I recorded my poem Leaving on Youtube. To watch and listen to me reading Leaving please see below:
Poet Kevin Morris’s Poem Leaving Included in September 2021’s Virtual Dodo
I am pleased to announce that my poem Leaving has been included in September’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets.
My poem is the next to last poem. To read my poem and those of the other contributors please follow this link https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/09/virtual-dodo-7-september-2021.html.
Fishing
Sitting here in my gown
I remember my once brown
Hair, now white.
Fishing is delight
(And often pain).
And frequently we gain
Our wish in fish.
But oh! how quickly our desire
For a particular fish does expire.
And then we fish
For yet more fish.
But time’s great line
Hooks us all
In the end.
Blackbirds
Dusk softly falls
. As blackbirds call
Tis a kind of poetry
As brother calls to brother.
Or, more prosaically,
Its merely territory.
But tis poetry to me.
She Remembered My Name
She remembered my name
And what I drink.
Yet I think
That she
Will not dance
With me.
Middle age
May engage
With youth.
But the truth
Is that she
Will not dance
With me.
Yet she
Remembered my drink.
But still
I think
That she
Will not dance
With me.
A middle-aged man
With white hair.
Is that how
She remembers me?
’Tis merely vanity
That makes me care
Macbeth
I dreamed of you last night
And by the morning’s dim light
I listened to the rain
And thought of Lady Macbeth
Whose Heart
Shakespeare’s art
Made clean
In death.
Passing
I left the woodland path
To let the couple pass,
And heard the young girl laugh.
I think on urban foxes mating
And remember men impatiently waiting
Whilst the police cleared away.
All this fleeting thought
Of our brief day
Must end in nought.
K Morris - Poet 