Tag Archives: k morris poetry

The Fisherman and the Fish

A fish dangling.
Itself entangling
In a net of it’s own making.
I never yet saw a creature so half-heartedly shaking
In an attempt to escape
To the waters of the vast open lake.

The fisherman reels
In the fish, and feels
No pleasure
For his leisure
Is full
Of dull thought
And so many colourful creatures, so casually caught.

Fish and man stand
Hand in hand
And dance
In a parody of romance
Upon the sinking sand.

Who holds the power, man or fish?
A dainty dish, to often partaken
Will leave the diner forsaken
And calling
Out to diverse falling
Fish
To fill his solitary dish.

An Encounter

As a newly opened flower reaching for the sun
Your day has barely begun.
Would that I could stay here for a while
Talking to a girl without guile.

I wonder, would you smile
Where I to relate my thought?
And would I wriggle like a fish on a hook caught?
And wish
For the floor to open,
For words can not be unspoken.

You say
“Have a nice day”
But not in the American way.
I smile
Turn, and join the crocodile
Of commuters who have somewhere to go.

Turn the Pillow Over

Turn the pillow over
And wish upon a four leaf clover.
Cover the scent,
The pent
Up desire and loss,
Then count the cost
My friend
For all things come to an end.

The four-leaf clover is considered to be lucky and is rarely found in nature, unlike it’s relation, the thrhee-leaf clover, (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four-leaf_clover).

My Latest Collection of poetry “Refractions” is Scheduled for Publication by end August 2016

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I am aiming to publish my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in the next 10-14 days. The collection derives it’s title from my poem “Refractions” which runs thus:

“The poet may redact
The light that through his poem does refract.
But the reader will therein construe
That she believes to be true”.

In the same way that light refracts, so to does poetry. What the reader sees in a poem is not (necessarily) what the poet intended him to perceive. Likewise different readers will interpret the same poem in diverse ways. The poet, for his part may obfuscate his meaning, while the whiley reader will dig deep and, perhaps get near the essence of the poem.
If anyone would like a free copy of “Refractions” in return for an honest review, please contact me via newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is rendered in this manner to defeat spammers).

Many thanks,

Kevin

Itch

An itch, once scratched may sleep
But will creep
Back.
The flame
Inflames
And we lack
The will
To be still
So tease
And please the inflammation.

Anticipation
Grows
And on dainty toes
Enters, and does prettily sigh,
“Try
One more time,
For to scratch an itch is truly divine”.
We pine for pleasure,
Act on desire, then repent at leisure.

Girls in Unsuitable Shoes

Men their hearts lose
To girls in unsuitable shoes.
Fire will always burn.
No lessons are learned
While the world, unconcerned
On it’s axis continues to turn.

I owe a debt to Kiplings’s “The Gods of The Copybook Headings” for line 3 of the poem:
“As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!”.
http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_copybook.htm

Your chance to win a signed copy of my book, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”

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I am offering the chance to win a signed copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, http://moyhill.com/lost/ ).

To enter the competition please answer the following question.

What is the name of the author, born in 1859 in Edinburgh, who penned the following lines:

“Subtle enough and horrible enough. When a doctor goes wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerves and he has knowledge …”.

To enter please send an email to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com putting “Competition” in the subject line.

The first person to correctly answer the question will receive a free signed (print) copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.

Good luck!

Kevin

The Horseman

How easy to construe
The new and inviting
For what is true.
The ride exciting
Will
Thrill
For a while.
The denial
That a thing has become banal
Shall
Not prevent it from being so.
The rider halfheartedly says “woe”
But the horse
Will continue on it’s familiar course.

“I will turn back”the horsemen doth say
“Yet how easy it is to stay
On the well trodden way.
The day
Grows dark
And the lark
Has long since ceased to sing.
The weary fairies in their ring
To me call.
Oh, how easy ‘Tis to fall …”.