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My Forthcoming Collection of Poetry (An Update)
I have now received the proof-read manuscript of my forthcoming collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems”.
So what inspired the title of my collection?
On the bookcase in my living room sits a Ting-Tang clock which dates, I believe from the early 1900’s.
The clock inspired the first poem in my collection (and the title of the book) and is entitled, appropriately enough “My Old Clock I Wind”.
As I wound my faithful old time piece I felt acutely aware of time passing. The pendulum swings and another second is, forever lost.
Next Tuesday (4 April) my friend, Jeff will take a photograph of my clock, which will adorn the front cover of “My Old Clock”.
The photograph and the manuscript will then wing it’s way to my publisher who will produce both an electronic and print version of the book, (I plan to use Moyhill who published my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, http://moyhill.com/lost/.
Kevin
When A Monster Dies
When a monster dies
Someone cries,
For they know only part
Of the monster’s heart.
There Was A Young Boy Called Ed (a limerick for children)
There was a young boy called Ed
Who wrote a story about his ted.
His mother did remark,
“It is getting dark,
And you and ted must go to bed!”
(Ted or teddy, is frequently used as a shortened form of teddy bear, particularly by young children).
Tube
A thrumming in the wire.
Rising desire
By commuters to enter
The tube’s centre.
Wrapped in the tunnel’s dark embrace
We race
Towards our destination.
A brief anticipation,
Then we disgorge at our station.
A review of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”
On checking my email this morning, I was delighted to learn that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” (http://moyhill.com/lost/) has received a great review.
To read the review please visit (https://laurenwalsburg.com/2017/03/21/review-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind-by-k-morris/).
Chrysanthemums
Would
That I could
Find Chrysanthemums in bud.
For those in bloom
Are gone to soon.
I remember the sweet scent
Of the chrysanthemums that bloomed
In my grandfather’s garden.
Entombed,
They are long since spent.
Kevin’s Poetry Featured On The World Poetry Reading Series
I am delighted to report that 2 of my poems where featured on the World Poetry Reading Series, a weekly programme hosted by Vancouver Co-Op Radio. The show was broadcast on Thursday 9 March. I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer for kindly including my poetry. To listen to the programme please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11601. On Thursday 29 January the World Poetry Reading Series featured an interview with me, during which I read several of my poems. For my previous appearance on Vancouver Co-Op Radio please visit http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11413.
New Poetry Collection
This week I shall begin the process of pulling together many of my poems, with a view to producing a new collection of poetry.
My poems lie scattered as leaves on a forest floor, in no particular order throughout my blog.
Many will appear “as is”, however others require to be edited by me, while all of my poems will be proofread prior to their publication in book form.
Proofreading is, for me, about spotting typographical errors such as spelling mistakes and the use of a comma where a colon or no punctuation should properly be. It is not about the proof reader/editor re-writing my work, for however good a proof reader/editor is (and there are many excellent proof readers/editors out there), my work is my work and the only person who will make changes to it (other than correcting typographical errors) is me.
While I am engaged in this project, I shall post less frequently as the work entailed in producing a poetry collection is both time consuming and laborious in nature.
I will, however take breaks from the task in hand and post on newauthoronline.com from time to time.
Kevin
Magpie
Someone said
A magpie
Killed a blackbird, stone dead
And that is why
He dislikes the magpie.
We laud it over the magpie for he is our inferior.
And we humans, being superior
Do good to one another
For who will
Kill
His brother?
