After an evening of laughter,
Restaurants and wine,
You took off your robe.
Now I find
Girl’s heels in my wardrobe
You left behind.
Am I a mere magpie?
I have found earrings
And other such similar things
Young women leave behind.
But love would be divine.
I pass by
Drains gurgling with rain.
How quickly rain
Drains away.
You and I
Are like the rain.
But rain
Does not die.
“Janus” appears in my collection “More Poetic Meanderings”, which was published in 2023:
Janus waits in the wings.
As with previous dead years
He will bring
Laughter and tears.
Doors open and close.
The futurologist thinks he knows
What the future holds.
But Janus thumbs his nose,
And history goes
On as before;
And where it goes
Heaven only knows.
A very happy new year to all of my readers! I hope 2024 is a good year for you all.
Best wishes. Kevin
This sunlight
On the wall.
The clock’s
Quiet tick tock.
This birdcall.
My dog on this matt.
I know that
All delight ends in night.
Hang the jumper
On the hanger
In the handy
Hanging wardrobe.
I awake by you,
(Your headphones in).
I guess they quiet
The inner din
Of your unquiet mind)
Despite my desire
To avoid your fire
I have held you tight
For another night
Finding in your kiss
A kind of passing bliss
Tasting of perfume
Cigarettes and regret.
When my busy thoughts
For a moment, stop,
I become aware
Of the clock
Ticking away my day.
I may turn away
And write.
But old Time
Will not delay
The night
To accommodate my rhyme.
I met a young man named Wong
Who spoke of wine, women and song.
When I said, “is that Housman?”,
He said, “no, it is Dowson!”.
He’s an educated young man is Wong!
A hyacinth’s scent last night
Brought such delight
To me as she stood,
Pure and white
In her box of wood.
Others unopened stood
In that box of wood.
They will flower and die
As will I.
K Morris - Poet 