Feet that dance
Awhile,
Perchance
Provide surcease
A kind of peace.
But romance Is not my style.
The painted smile
May for a time beguile.
A fleeting kiss.
A kind of bliss
But romance is not my style.
Lovers may dally
In verdant valley
While
I love’s cost tally.
But romance is not my style.
Would that I could resile
The made up face
The silk
And lace.
But romance is not my style.
An interesting article on “The 10 Worst Story Openings”, (http://lauralee1.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/10-ways-not-to-open-story.html). While I agree with some of the points made in this piece, getting hung up on how one should (or should not) begin a story can lead to a loss of spontaneity, with the writer worrying about the perfect (if such a thing exists) beginning rather than simply writing the best story they are capable of. Again what one reader perceives as being clichéd may well be regarded by others as constituting a great opening paragraph.
Kevin
I was delighted to receive the below 5 star review for my collection of short stories, “The Suspect and Other Tales”:
“This is a well-written collection of tales, some of which have surprising endings, and all of which make for great reads.
I enjoyed “the Condemned Man” a lot. But “Something Wicked” and “The 8.32” were my favourites”.
For the review please visit HERE
Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “The Suspect and Other Tales”.
Kevin
In an efort to help fellow authors, J K Rowling shares her rejection letters, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3509237/We-publish-book-commercial-success-Harry-Potter-author-JK-Rowling-shares-rejection-letters-publishers-writing-pen-Robert-Galbraith.html).
Sometimes the words won’t come
And my thoughts run
Confused
Away.
I lose
The sense of what I want to say.
My muse
Doth refuse
To play
Today.
Sinking into bliss.
A kiss.
A silver penny
So many
Shine
On women and wine.
As Dowson searches, for love divine.
Pale lost lilies.
Sillies
Weak
No words they speak
Will make him cease
In his search for peace.
Dowson died young.
No joy his lovings brung.
The same old song sung
Once more.
The hoare
Frost froze the poet, to the core.
—
Ernest Christopher Dowson was one of the Decadent or Catholic poets. Born in 1867 and dying in 1900 the poet spent a life full of wine, women and song, often seeking solace in the arms of the world’s oldest profession.
The reference to “Lilies” refers to Dowson’s fine poem, “Cynara” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Dowson).
I am happy to share news of forthcoming books. If you have a book coming out and would like to share it, please send the details to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. Please contact me (if at all possible) at least a week prior to the publicity being required.
Many thanks
Kevin
I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is now available in print. To read reviews of “Lost” or to purchase my book please visit the following link http://moyhill.com/lost/. “Lost” is also available as a Kindle download and can be found here, http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_S9p7wb0FBTR8W.
A reviewer writes as follows:
“This is the 3rd collection of poems I’ve read by K. Morris, and with that comes a little weight. Obviously, I must like this writer’s work to continue
reading it, but surely there must be an expiry date for such great writing; one day I am sure to find a book by K. Morris that I do not enjoy.
Well, frankly, that day is not today.
Honestly, I think K. Morris may be a fountain of constant inspiration and depth – his writing is beautiful, and never fails to touch my heart whether crafted
for humour or profound meaning. I cannot imagine the day that I don’t enjoy his work.
If you enjoy reading poetry, then this collection of poems is the one for you. If you’ve never really read poetry before, but you want to start, K. Morris
is a great poet to begin with. I mean, you should always begin with the greats, shouldn’t you?
This collection contains a range of poems from joyous to sorrowful, humorous to harrowing. I cannot express enough how strongly I feel that you – yes,
you, reading this right now – should delve into K. Morris world, and his writing.
Overall, and very obviously, I really enjoyed this collection, and I highly recommend you pick up a copy.
(Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from K Morris in exchange for an honest review. I would like to send a big thank you and congratulations to
K Morris for this collection, and its brilliance”.) .
For the above review please go to http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R3NHWVT18B7EK6/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01AF5EPVY.
Kevin
Birds sing.
The air on this spring
Evening carries scents unknown
As I stroll home
Alone.
That scent, is it hay?
All this will pass away.
Yet I am content to breathe this sweet air
And, for a time, forget my care.
Beauty with sadness lives
And gives
A melancholy delight
To me, as I walk home, on this spring night.
I am thrilled to announce that Croydon Radio (http://www.croydonradio.com/) has kindly agreed to interview me, at 5:15 pm, on Saturday 9 April about my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_GMp6wb14J8PT5). The interviewer will be Tom Cannon and you can find details of his programme here (http://croydonradio.com/schedule/bio.php?ID=b9814797-2aa8-e632-c7ca-9af78b1463c4 ). I will post further details once these are confirmed.
Kevin
K Morris - Poet 