Morning rush hour on the tube.
A couple kiss.
“Keep in touch” he says.
“Yeah I will” the girl replies.
They get out and go their separate ways.
I felt like a voyeur
Observing him and her.
I wonder whether
They spent the night together
And if so, did they part
With joy or regret in their heart?
“Keep in touch he said.
“Yeah, I will” she replied.
I know not whether love lived or died
As the tube doors closed on that passing show
And will probably never know.
There was a young aristocrat called Tim
Who was extremely nice but dim.
His father, Lord More,
Said “let your gun roar”,
So he shot their gamekeeper Jim!”
Thank you to Roberta Pimentel for publishing my poem, “Time” as a guest post on her site, http://robertapimentel.com/2017/01/29/guest-post-time-by-kevin-morris/.
Kevin
On the evening of Thursday 26 January, I had the honour of being interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer and Neil of Vancouver Co-Op Radio.
During the interview I read a number of my poems and answered questions on what inspired me to compose them.
For a podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11413.
I would like to extend my thanks to Ariadne, Neil and everyone at Vancouver Co-Op Radio for making the interview happen.
(Note: I was originally scheduled to be interviewed on Thursday 12 January. However due to an issue with my telephone line the interview did not take place. It was not until the point at which I got through to Vancouver Co-Op Radio, on the evening of Thursday 26 January, that I knew for certain that the issue with my line had been rectified by TalkTalk and I would, definitely be on air.
Not wishing to disappoint my readers by advertising the event only to find that it could not take place, I thought it best to wait until the interview had occurred and post a podcast of my appearance subsequently).
Kevin
K Morris reading his poem ‘Night Duty’.
Kevin Morris reading his poem ‘Unrequited’.
The inspiration for this poem was Hamlet’s remark: ‘We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us’ (Act 3, Scene 1).
What if we finally conquer death, and he is no more?
The debate surrounding sex work/prostitution appears to go around in circles, with one side blaming the sex bias, and saying that they should be fined or imprisoned, while the other argues that the state/society has no business interfering in what occurs between consenting adults. Often, it seems that neither side is listening to the other, while client and sex worker continue in their age-old roles.
This poem came to me while sitting in my study. Shadows played upon the walls and brought to mind the impermanence of things. I am visually impaired but can see the play of shadows on my wall, although I cannot read print.
K Morris - Poet 