It is almost dark at ten to four.
One year more
Has Almost gone.
Time with stealthy, unhurried tread, moves inexorably on.
—
13 December 2015.
Ten To Four
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The World
We duck and dive
trying to survive
let alone thrive
in this world of plastic
where truth is elastic
and love can be bought and sold
for cold hard gold.
Attachment is a fad
and we are oft times glad
when lovers go
for intimacy brings woe.
We hide in our bubble
with no one to cuddle
save for the pillow at night.
There is no delight
or perhaps somewhere
there are those who care.
Lightning
Do you remember the lightning?
Nothing frightening.
Just a flash
And the crash
Of thunder.
I wonder
What happened to you?
There was no glue
To hold we two
Together.
Just birds of a feather
Sheltering from stormy weather.
Listen To The Birds
Standing at the station
reading the news of this nation
I became conscious of birds.
The words
I was reading
the thoughts they where feeding
seemed irrelevant.
This earth we are leant.
To much time is spent
lost in thought.
Additional hours can not be bought.
Oh listen to the birds
not the words
And learn to be
Free!
—
Being blind I have software on my mobile which enables the content of the screen to be spoken aloud (http://www.nuance.com/for-individuals/mobile-applications/talks-zooms/index.htm). Several days ago, I was reading the news at the station when I became aware of the birds singing. This prompted the above poem.
The Primrose Path
A cold fire burns.
She turns
And looks.
She struts
Her stuff.
Her desire for cash
His decision rash.
Two souls zooming out of control
Down the primrose path
To hell.
All appears well
Then, smash!
Kiss
“The world is a bleak place” I said.
You took me into your bed
kissing away
The words I did say
and strange to tell
All did seem well.
Tree
Do you think of me
As you stare at a tree?
Beauty makes us free
If we can see
Beyond the tree.
Early Morning Walk
My dog snuffles
and scuffles
amongst the leaves.
He is just there
With no care
For what I think
As I drink
In the fresh morning air.
K Morris - Poet 