The wind came yesterday
Blowing useless thoughts away.
And the trees they whispered to me,
Speaking of what it is to be free
The wind came yesterday
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Getting Up Early
Getting up in the early morning now, the world is a little darker.
As I get older, matters are ever starker.
The birds still trill
And oft times unchill
My heart,
But it is getting dark
Though the sun
Will rise as he must.
Man is dust
Dancing in beams of sunlight,
A brief delight,
Then good night.
A Review of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”
I was pleased to receive the below review for my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:
“This is the 3rd book of poetry I review for the author, K.Morris. This volume entitled Refractions, alluding to the different meanings an author sees in
his poetry and the meaning the reader ultimately sees, all subjective in meaning and effect. To pull this off, the poems must reach a certain level of
maturity. In this, we are not let down. I find the maturity of the poems a step ahead of the first two volumes. In the content are poems that entertain
especially when the author writes about his guide dog, Trigger. Other subjects include love and loss, life and death; themes not so different from any
other poet’s pen, but the difference here is at times I could see myself within the poems and understand the situations that brought me there all the while
knowing the Author’s sense of the situation was different than mine but all were accepted under the guise of art that moves one to think as a wheel moving
from the center.
Some of my personal favorites are Truth, Ethereal, Reaper, Owl, Dog, May, Hyacinths, An Owl Hunting, Spring Night, House of Glass and more…”.
(For the above review please visit, https://www.amazon.com/review/R2C5Y543GV780B/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2).
Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”.
Another great review of my collection of poetry, “Refractions”
I was delighted to receive another great review of my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:
“This is another wonderful collection of poems from this author. I obviously enjoyed some more than others, as is generally the case in collections of any
sort, but all were a delight to read. The inclusion of links to articles, or comments about people or situations, that inspired some of the poems was an
interesting touch too.
Though I enjoyed all of the poems, “Ethereal” and “Train” were my favourite poems, with “Poems and Flowers” and “Nightmare” not far behind on the list
of the poems I liked best from this collection.
*Note: I was given a free copy of this book by the author, in exchange for an honest review. However, this has in no way influenced my opinion of the book,
nor the contents of this review”.
(For the review please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1741884437?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1).
Thank you to the reviewer, Victoria Zigler, for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”.
A review of my book, “Refractions”
I was delighted to receive the below review for my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”: “To be able to capture the world with words that allow another to experience the inspiration that created the poem, is a true talent. K. Morris has such talent.
His poetry has an artistic quality that keeps you going back for more long after the first read. You would not know that he is blind, as his words show you what he sees, with his heart. His imagination, wisdom, sense of humor and appreciation for life pours out onto each page. This is Kevin’s bestwork to date!”.
For the above review please visit, HERE
To read a free sample or to purchase “Refractions” please visit https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01L5UC2H2 (for the US) or https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01L5UC2H2 (for the UK).
Many thanks to Annette for the above review.
Lightning
Waiting for the lightning to rend
These troubled skies and send
A bolt to tear apart
This artificial heart.
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).
A review of my book, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”
Many thanks to Annette for the following review of my collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”:
“I am so happy to have a copy of this book. Author. Kevin Morris, has such capture of the world around him and uses his command of words to craft poetry
that stimulates the senses. One of the poems in this volume, spoke to me specifically. Autumn Breeze made me smile, as I am an autumn born, baby and that
time of year always makes me smile. Congratulations, K. Morris, on a most delightful, though provoking book that I shall read again and again”.
For the original review please visit this link, http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1737069156.
Kevin
My Latest Collection of poetry “Refractions” is Scheduled for Publication by end August 2016
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
A Tired Smile
A tired smile
Hides a guilty denial,
While a sheepish grin
Conceals sin,
Though not very well
For the wise can tell
What lies within
