Mid June.
Sunshine.
The longest day of the year
Draws near.
Everything must decline.
My rhyme
Will find its end.
Another year
Will bring spring flowers.
I will think on hours
And the brevity
Of rhyme.
Mid June
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Kew
I must have liked you
As I paid for us at Kew.
We spent some hours
Among exotic flowers,
And strolled in glass houses
Where respectable spouses
Walked too.
I bought
A room in a cheap hotel
Off Victoria Street
Where assorted lovers meet
Then depart
And no hearts are left
Bereft.
We dropped off the key
At reception
Saying we would be back …
I wonder, did they have any perception
Of us two …
It was just an hour
Or so
In a cheap hotel
Long ago.
But I must have liked you
For I paid for you at Kew.
Brain Abscess
Some fear their final breath.
I have fought
With the absence of thought
Were I reached for words
And repeated “thank you” again and again.
There was no pain
Of the physical kind.
Just the mind
Closing down
And a lopsided walk.
When I cried
It was not at the fear
Of dying.
I can face my final breath.
No! I shed my tears
For the collapse of my mind.
I found in me
No poetry of mine
But grasped at others rhymes
To keep my inflamed brain
Alive.
I survived.
My brain abscess is no more.
I pour out poetry.
For I am not yet dry.
One day I will die.
I have no great dread
Of being dead.
What I fear
Is living death
Were breaths are taken
But the mind is dying
Or dead.
The Clock
Whenever I return to my family home
The clock on the wall
Stands alone
Looking down on us all.
I have composed rhyme
To women and wine
And the clock on the wall
Watches us all.
We laugh
And time slips away.
As the clock on the wall
Looks down on us all.
One day
Someone will be gone
And the clock on the wall
Will tick on
Just the same.
For Time is blind
And the clock knows not
Who has gone
And who remains.
Who has
Poetry
I walk in sunshine
And gentle rain.
I see
My shadow
Goes with me.
I feel beauty
In rainbows.
But what will remain
When I go?
Just dust.
The elements
And me,
Refracted back
In poetry
A Square of Sunlight
I saw a square
Of sunlight fall
On my study wall.
It is no longer there –
We all borrow
Each joy and sorrow
Until our square
Vanishes into empty air.
I Feel the Wind
I feel the wind
On my skin
And hear him
Whisper in the trees
Reminding me of you.
I go in
And face my darkening window
Were I to die tonight
I would go happy –
Yet tomorrow will probably come.
I will walk in sun
Or rain.
Then, returning home again
I will face my window
But not the same
One as tonight
Poet Kevin Morris on World Poetry
On Thursday 19th March I hosted a segment on the World Poetry Reading Series World Poetry Cafe March 19 2026 with Kevin Morris by VictorSchwartzman | Mixcloud. During my section of the podcast I read William Wordsworth’s the Solitary Reaper which is one of my favourite poems. In addition, I recited a number of my own poems and talked about my poetry.
To listen to the show please follow the above link. My bit starts some 20 minutes into the podcast.
Poetry and Historical Fiction on the World Poetry Cafe
On Thursday 29th January, I appeared on the World poetry Café together with the author of “Through the Roman Gate”, a historical novel which is available to purchase in the Kindle store. The book sounds like a fascinating read and I will be downloading it onto my Kindle.
During my segment of the podcast I read a number of my recently published work and talked about what inspires me to compose poetry.
To listen to the podcast please visit https://flashfiction2.substack.com/p/world-poetry-cafe-jan-29-kevin-morris?utm_source=podcast-email%2Csubstack&publication_id=5716717&post_id=186013381&utm_campaign=email-play-on-substack&utm_medium=email&utm_content=play_card_post_title&r=dv63h&triedRedirect=true. My segment appears approximately 27 minutes in.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer and Victor for hosting me on the World Poetry Café.
Poet Kevin Morris’s Spoken Word Poetry
In addition to this blog, I also record many of my poems on TikTok. Below are a selection of some of them. While you don’t need to subscribe to TikTok to view videos, in order to comment and like content a TikTok account is necessary. If you enjoy what you hear do please consider subscribing:
Two Voices: A Poetic Journey Through Nature and City | TikTok
My Old Clock: A Poetic Reflection on Time | TikTok
An Acrostic by Poet Kevin Morris #poetryreading #spokenwordpoetry #fy… | TikTok
K Morris - Poet 