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Throw A Stone Into A Brook
Throw a stone into a brook
And look
As the water ripples.
Then, when the ripples are gone
You may
Ponder, on yonder
Setting sun, or turn away
For to think on
Days end
Can be painful, my friend.
As Permanent As The Grass I Pass
As permanent as the grass
I pass
Or the birds that sing,
Is this thing
I am,
Merely man.
I put my nose out the window and smell the rain
I put my nose out the window
And smell the rain,
But quickly close it again
Why should I
shut out the rain
And sky?
For I
Know not when I shall die.
Rose
On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.
Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.
All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still
Excited Sighs
Excited sighs,
Slowly dies.
Tick tock
Of clock.
Lovers they
Can not stay.
Graveyard
All around
I hear
The sound
Of birds in the graveyard near
To my home.
As I walk alone,
Through this place of bone,
A thought profound,
“Those underground
Can not hear”.
One Day
“One Day” originally appeared here in 2015, https://kmorrispoet.com/2015/12/23/one-day/. A friend subsequently commented to me (in person, not on this blog), that the poem could equally apply to both readers and writers. He had a point. However I had writers/authors in mind when I penned the piece, hence my poem stands as originally written.
Kevin
Of Churchyards and Owls
Walking through the churchyard, as dusk fell, I heard the note of my old friend the owl. On reaching home I closed my bedroom window for it was a chilly evening. However, despite my double-glazing, the cold cry of the owl penetrated into my modern flat.
Ever since moving to the Upper Norwood area in late 1997, I have always been conscious of the owl. Sometimes he disappears for protracted periods but, as sure as eggs are eggs “the fatal bellman” reappears.
Hearing the owl reminds me of my poem which is, appropriately enough entitled “Owl”,
Twig
On my way
Through the park today
I did
Snap a twig
And the wind said unto me,
“How easy ’tis, to break a twig,
Or tree”.
K Morris - Poet 