In this old, familiar wood
I take my hood
Down, just
In time for the rain.
I shall not put it up again.
Thoughts of lust,
Of lost love,
And friendship I shall retain,
For a while. But this wood
And the rain,
Shall remain.
I think of a goddess long ago
As your hair does flow,
Oh so slow,
And softly, over my hand.
Do you know
what power you command
Of pleasure and despair
When your hair
Swishes, against my hand?
In Egypt Isis slipped
Away,
But your hair
Does demand
In me a stare
Today
When I met a pretty young maid
Who said, “my beauty ’twill most surely fade.
Life ’tis like the poor flower,
Which lasts but a brief hour”,
I said, “your looks they will surely degrade!”.
When a young lady whose name is Yvette
Said, “my darling, will you be my pet?,
We’ll be passionate in the heather
And I’ll dress in tight leather”.
I said, “But Yvette, we’ve only just met!”.
Sometimes I compose a poem and, having done so conclude that it is, in fact 2 (separate) compositions.
Yesterday I composed “To Flowers that, In Springtime Bud”, https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/11/30/to-flowers-that-in-springtime-bud/. It consisted of 2 stanzas, however I posted here only the second of these with the title “To Flowers that, In Springtime Bud”. Today I am posting the first stanza which is, as I say above, an entirely separate poem.
What the poet thinks is, of course, not necessarily the same as his readers, so do please feel free to comment if you disagree with my interpretation of the matter.
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‘Tis a fine
Thing
To see the spring
Divine,
And compose
A poem, to a rose,
That she
Will never see.
Shall I compose
In free
Verse? (which is still poetry),
Or write in prose?
And where does poetry
Begin, and prose
Come to an end?
Please tell me,
My literary friend!
On 15 November, I wrote a post in which I said that my “Selected Poems” would soon be available in braille, from the Royal National Institute of Blind People, (RNIB), https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/11/15/my-selected-poems-will-soon-be-available-in-braille-from-rnib/. I am pleased to announce that “The Selected Poems of K Morris (Braille edition) was delivered this afternoon (Saturday 30 November).
I am, of course, delighted that visually impaired people (those who read braille, for by no means all sight impaired individuals do so), will have the option to enjoy my poetry in this format. In addition, text to speech is, of course enabled on all of my books, meaning that those who (like me) are unable to read print, can listen to my Kindle titles.
For links to all of my books please visit my blog’s “About” page, https://kmorrispoet.com/about/.
A young lady whose name is Jane
Has composed a poem about a train.
It goes like an express,
And her speed does impress.
But lets now turn to that train!
To flowers that, in springtime
Bud,
Would that I could
By this rhyme,
Spoken
By me,
Cause thee
To open.
But thine sweet scent,
Would soon be spent.
Poetry dies
In eyes
Grown dim
With sin.
Thomas rages
At the dying light.
What use are pages
At the final, “goodnight!
K Morris - Poet 