Tag Archives: mortality

2 Poems from My Poetry Archive

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On going through my poetry archives, I came across the below 2 poems. The poems can also be found on my Tiktok, along with many other examples of my poetry, https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet. You don’t have to have a Tiktok account to listen to my work.

 

Epitaph on a poet

 

A book of poems upon his grave

Could not the poet save.

The few his words touched

Failed to keep him from the dust.

 

Here Lies Lot

 

Here lies Lot

He knew not

Neither who nor what.

Yet there he lies

Forever lost to tears and sighs.

 

 

Its Close to 1 Am

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Its close to 1 am when

I hear the wild wind shake

My window. Later, when I go

Out I will see

How his dances

Have made free

With poor branches

And leaves

Brought low

By his breeze.

 

When men go

Among fallen trees

And scattered leaves

They know they to must go

And join fallen trees and leaves

We 2 Took a Shortcut Through

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We 2 took a shortcut through

The place of stones and bones.

I have some time to rhyme

Of a young woman who

May read this one day,

And, pondering on weathered old gravestones,

Say, “we are but clay”.

I Enter the Graveyard

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I enter the graveyard

Where men forget regret

While the living

Forget their eternal

Bed is made

In waiting grave

 

And choose to lose

Their day

In play

With technology,

Which makes none free

Of the eternal grave.

On Hearing Birdsong

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On hearing birdsong

I am glad

That I am here

To hear

Their sad, glad song.

 

 

We die

And our love

Dies with us.

 

 

No, it lives on

When we are gone

In those we love.

 

 

And the birds

Sing on

With no care

For where

We have gone.

 

When I Die

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I wonder, when I die,

If it be in dream,

Will it seem

That I lie

Abed,

In perpetual dream?

 

I

Must  take care

That my head

Is empty of all nightmare,

Lest, when I am dead

I, forever, dream.

 

A Poem from My Further Selected Poems

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During a recent visit to my family in Liverpool, I visited Woolton wood. My trip to the wood took in a visit to the Walled Garden, https://www.merseyforest.org.uk/things-to-do/walks-bike-rides-and-more/walks/woolton-woods-and-camphill/.

In this peaceful spot, I spent some little time admiring the memorial benches and floral cuckoo clock, which feature in my poem “In Memory of”:

“A bench replete
With flowers
In winter’s wood.
Hours
Incomplete
Marked by a stone
Clock with lost hands.

We go into the unknown
Wood.
But perhaps a bench may stand
To commemorate
Those who, of a late
Winter afternoon,
Think on nature’s passing bloom.”

“In Memory of” can be found in my collection “The Further Selected Poems of K Morris”, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, https://www.amazon.co.uk/Further-Selected-Poems-Morris-ebook/dp/B08XPMGD3F.