I walk amidst these
Windblown
Leaves.
How time has flown.
I shall in beauty drown
And think on these
Fallen leaves,
Which now strew the ground.
(Taken from “Light and Shade” Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed it store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn.
Now leaves feed the ground.
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(The above is an Acrostic Acrostic – Wikipedia. And can be found in my poetry collection “Light and Shade, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
I asked Chat GPT (software developed by https://openai.com/), to write a poem in the style of my own poem “Autumn Fly”. The results are below. (“Autumn Fly” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems/dp/B08B37VVKV).
Write a poem in the style of this poem.
An autumn fly
Buzzes around my head.
Summer is dead
Yet will not die.
Seasons pass.
We are brittle as glass,
This fly and I.
Chat GPT’s Poem:
A winter breeze howls through barren trees,
The autumn leaves have all gone to sleep.
The world is frozen, silent and still,
But a lone fly lingers, against its will.
It buzzes and flutters, seeking escape,
From the icy grip of this wintery landscape.
Its wings beat fast, a frantic blur,
A symbol of life, in a world so unsure.
For we too are fragile, like the glass,
That shatters with a single touch, alas!
Our time on earth is fleeting and brief, Like the seasons that bring us joy and grief.
Yet this fly persists, a stubborn light,
In a world that’s dark and cold as night.
It reminds us to cling to life and hope,
To fly free and wide, no matter how remote.
So let us be like this autumn fly,
And strive for the sun, even as it dies.
For life is a journey, full of surprise,
And we must make the most of its fleeting guise.
In honour of the season, I have reproduced below my poem, Autumn, which can be found in my collection Light and Shade https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX. Autumn is an acrostic. You can find out about acrostics here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic.
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August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed its store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn,
Now leaves feed the ground.
My friend, Henry took the below photograph in Spa Wood, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spa_Wood on 18 March.
The wood, which is only a few minutes walk from my home, has inspired many of my poems, including this one entitled “Rain”:
“The Rain
Patters amongst these leaves.
I listen again
And ascertain
That it’s the breeze
Midst these trees.
Yet it sounds the same
As rain.”
I was reminded of the above poem as the rain was (actually) falling as Henry and I strolled through Spa Wood.
(“Rain” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX).
I am delighted to announce that my poem “Their Time in the Sun” has been included in February’s Virtual Dodo. To listen to me reciting “Their Time in the Sun”, and the other poets reading their work, please visit https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/02/virtual-dodo-5-february-2021.html.
“Their Time in the Sun” can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”, which is available from Amazon, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX
The below poem, “On Hearing the Tick Tock of the Clock”, can be found in my collection “Light and Shade”:
On hearing the tick tock
Of the clock
On the wall,
I know not
What to write,
For the clock
Says it all.
On Saturday 31 October, Prime Minister Boris Johnson announced that England will be going into a second lockdown from midnight Thursday 5 November. This announcement reminded me of my poem “Furlough”, which is reproduced below:
Furlough
During the time
Of Corona, girls unseen
May fulfil a lonely man’s dream.
While poets smile
And spend their time
Composing rhyme.
“An Englishman’s home is his castle,”
Neighbours say.
And, wishing to avoid hassle,
They look the other way
As girls (ineligible for furlough)
Come and go.
And time
Hangs heavy on the poet’s hands.
Therefore, he composes rhyme
About a crossed line
And resistance
To social distance.
(“Furlough” can be found in “Light and Shade”, which can be accessed here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX
I was delighted to receive this review of my collection of poetry “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not so Serious) Poems”, https://therapybits.com/2020/10/09/book-review-light-and-shade-serious-and-not-so-serious-poems-by-kevin-morris/.
You can find “Light and Shade” here, https://www.amazon.com/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/
I was delighted to receive the following review of my collection of poems, “Light and Shade: Serious (and Not So Serious) Poems” on Goodreads:
“A good little book of poems, some humorous and others more for contemplation. A lot of the funny ones had me chuckling to myself.”
To read the review in full please visit this link, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3430943490?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1.
You can find “Light and Shade” here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX/.
K Morris - Poet 