Tag Archives: nature poetry

Nature

We may try to deny
That Mother Nature is there.
But the bur
On our clothes.
The prick of the rose.
And twigs in our hair.
Show what we know,
That nature is there.

My Poem “A Summer Butterfly” Included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July

I am pleased to announce that my poem A Summer Butterfly has been included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July. A Summer Butterfly is read by Ariadne Sawyer and can be found approximately 6 minutes into the podcast https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-21-2022/.

I listened to the show using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work. You don’t need an account on Mixcloud in order to listen.

You can find a transcript of my poem here https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/07/05/a-summer-butterfly/.

A Summer Butterfly

A butterfly
On a
Sunny day
Flew by
My Labrador.
A snap of jaw.
And our summer chat
Of this and that.

All things must die
As the summer butterfly.
Death’s jaws will close
On man and rose.
You and I
Are but butterflies
Who love and laugh
And then must pass.

As the Light Slowly Dimmed

As the light
Slowly dimmed
I took delight
In birds.
“Oh my god!”.
But words
Are not birds.

In the Cold Air

In the cold air
A bird did sing.
I have my care.
But I heard a blackbird
Trill in the chill air,
Which took away my care.

Birds

An intense sense
Of my mortality
Comes to me
When I hear
The sweet clear
Song of birds.

Oft when caught
In useless thought
Or in empty words,
I hear the birds.
I see beauty.
And am free

In Honour of the Season

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.

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.

Oak

“Oh ancient oak tree
What do you see?”.
“Many a past century.
People toing and froing,
Their lives going …
The war memorial nearby,
And I
See thee
Pass by”.

My Poem I Would Rather Be A Tree Has Been Included In Dodo Modern Vidpoets

I am pleased to announce that my poem I would Rather Be a Tree has been included in May’s Dodo Modern Vidpoets. To listen to me reading I Would Rather Be a Tree, and the poems of the other contributors, please follow this link, https://dodovidpoets.blogspot.com/2021/05/virtual-dodo-6-may-2021.html.