I heard your heart beat
As you lay with me.
Each clock wound
Must run down.
And in our final heart beat
We find Old Father Time.
I Heard Your Heart Beat
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Tag Archives: free verse
What is Sin?
What is sin?
A girl’s smile.
And the clink of coin.
And is there heaven
And hell?
Heaven is her smile.
And will you find
Hell behind?
She
Will not tell.
And he
Will find
In women and wine
That heaven
And hell
Join
In the chink
Of coin.
Angels dance on a pin,
And philosophers ask, “is there sin?
And the priest hears confession
Of an ancient profession.
Though some say farming is older.
And a girl’s bare shoulder
Tempts man into the descent
To heaven and hell.
And within
Is pleasure,
Or sin.
(perhaps they are the same).
A coin
On the collection plate.
Then, later, Lou or Kate
Join
Him
For coin.
And smile while
The world continues to spin.
A Kind of Honesty
A delivery of pleasure.
She will come to me
For an hour or so.
We will spend our time.
But not in rhyme.
I, for my part
Know not her heart,
Nor she mine.
‘Tis merely pleasure.
The pleasure being mine.
The Law of Averages
Given their profession
And the law of averages
It can probably be said
That many are now dead.
A girl writes her confession.
An average memoir
Of lost bras
And the price of vice.
But the dead
Write no memoirs
Of ripped bras
And average men.
I make Her Mine
I make her mine
With a kiss.
But no,
It is not so.
For her mind
Runs free
Of me.
And behind
All the gloss,
Hides innocence
Half lost.
Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose
A wooded path:
Beauty in bleakness;
Fallen leaves stirred by a chill winter’s breeze.
Cold cuts like a knife.
Exhilarating to be alive.
(“Beauty in Bleakness” can be found in “Dalliance; a Collection of Poetry and Prose”, https://www.amazon.com/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E/
For The Love Of Poetry
Yesterday, I came across an article by Melik Kaylan entitled “For the Love of Poetry”, https://www.forbes.com/2009/04/06/memorize-poetry-education-opinions-columnists-thomas-hardy.html.
Kaylan offers a spirited defence of traditional (rhyming) poetry, and of the benefits flowing from memorising it.
I vividly recollect learning Alfred Noyes’s poem “The Highwayman as a child, and reciting it to an audience, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43187/the-highwayman. Noyes’s poem has a wonderful rhythm and I can still recall large chunks of “The Highwayman”.
I believe that being introduced to relatively simple (rhyming) poetry as a young boy kindled in me my love of the art. Had I been faced with free verse poetry at the same age, I am not sure that my love of poetry would have developed as it has.
There is (as I’ve said here before) much great free verse poetry. However my personal preference is for poetry that rhymes, or has some kind of meter to it. I also remain a traditionalist in that I agree with Kaylan as regards the benefits of memorising poetry.
As always, I would be interested in the views of my readers.
Kevin
They Found, in Old Pompeii
They found, in old Pompeii
The ruins of brothels.
What will they say
When they find the remains
Of our passing day?
The Past
The past
Is a sleeping dog.
As, when it wakes
It barks
And frequently bites.
Beyond Dark and Light
Beyond dark
And light,
I face
Eternal night.
K Morris - Poet 