A child plays ball below.
A long time ago
I lay in bed
The same sound running through my head.
The thud of ball on wall
Is all I recall.
The ball is now still
As evening falls over Beulah Hill.
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As I wrote this, a child and an adult played ball in the garden below my home. The sound brought to mind lying in bed at boarding school (I was sick), as children played football in the playground below my window. The poem was penned today (as the game took place).
A moving poem by the late Felix Dennis, who died of cancer, http://www.felixdennis.com/Poet/I-plucked-all-the-cherries.aspx
All this will cease.
Then eternal peace
Will forever flow
Washing away woe.
My acquaintance, Jenny Ensor, is looking for funding to turn her novel, “Ghosts Of Chechnya” in to an ebook. The synopsis on Jenny’s Unbound page reads as follows:
“Ghosts of Chechnya explores love and friendship, and the impact of war and terrorism on our lives. Georgie, a young London woman who’s been deeply hurt
in the past, tells the story. It begins in London in early 2005, the year of the bus and Tube bombings.
Georgie meets Russian former conscript soldier Nikolai in a pub after she is uplifted by the impromptu music he plays. Nikolai, newly arrived from Russia,
dreams of becoming a composer but for now survives as a low-waged casual worker.
Julian, a close friend of Georgie’s, admits he loves her and warns her to keep away from the Russian. But despite the concerns of both her father and Julian,
Georgie can’t resist Nikolai. He tells her of his experiences while serving in the Russian army, and seems haunted by a Chechen woman who showed him a
simple act of kindness, blaming himself for her death.
Georgie guesses that Nikolai is hiding something from her. She wonders if he will ever heal from the psychological wounds that war has inflicted. His music
– and their increasing closeness – seem to be the only things that keep him going.
Then London is shaken by terrorism. In the emerging climate of fear, Georgie’s father condemns Nikolai; Georgie must ask herself who the Russian really
is. Also, how well does she really know Julian, who can’t seem to let her go? As a net of shadowy threats tightens, Georgie must find out who she can trust
and who she should fear, before it’s too late.
This gripping, debate-provoking novel asks at how well we can ever know anyone; it also deals with reconciliation, forgiveness and the folly and suffering
of war. I strongly believe in this project and hope very much that you will decide to offer your support”.
For Jenny’s Unbound page please visit https://unbound.co.uk/books/ghosts-of-chechnya.
I was delighted to receive the following review in respect of my recently published collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”,
“This is the third collection of poems I’ve read by this author. No matter how hard you try not to, you always come to expect a certain something from an
author you’ve read a couple of books by. This was the case with me when I agreed to read and review this book. And, you know what? I was not in the least
disappointed. The poems in this book are often thought provoking, and always a pleasure to read. The poems “Early Morning Walk” and “Hey Diddle Diddle
For Modern Times” were my favourites, with “Labyrinth” and “I Am” also being ones I thought were really great poems. I also thought “The Girl And The Oak”
and “The Path Through The Woods” were excellent. In short, there were a lot of wonderful poems in this collection, and I struggled to pick a favourite.
*Note: I was given a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. This fact has in no way influenced my opinion of the poems in this book,
nor the contents of this review”.
For the above review please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/RQ896A2R092YI/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01AF5EPVY. To purchase or read a free sample of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind please go to http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_rdp_product.
Thank you to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review my book.
On 11 January I announced the publication of my collection of poetry, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” (https://newauthoronline.com/2016/01/11/lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind-by-k-morris-is-now-available-in-the-kindle-store/).
Following that announcement I was contacted by a potential reader who said they had no Kindle or tablet and went on to ask whether they could still read my book. I was pleased to email back and advise that Kindle titles can also be read using Kindle for PC
(http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/help/customer/display.html?nodeId=201245960).
Having responded to the query, it struck me that there may be other potential readers of Kindle titles out there who are unsure as to whether (as non owners of the device) they can read Kindle titles, hence this post.
If you would like to read “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” for £0.99 please visit HERE.
Kevin
Lost in the crowd.
London’s voice loud.
The traffic screeches.
A man preachs.
His voice reachs
The birds.
Words.
A mobile phone.
People alone
Walk
And talk.
Something is bought.
A train is caught.
Newspapers russle.
A homeless man bussles
Along.
The same sad song
“I have no pay
And nowhere to stay.
Spare some change to help me today”.
People look away.
As just another day
Slowly trundles away.
On the supermarket shelf you shonne.
But now are gone.
A stick in a pot
That liveth not.
O why did I buy
A thing sure to die?
I am pleased to announce that my latest collection of poetry, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” is now available in the Kindle store. The book description reads as follows
“A collection of poems about nature, love, and life in general”.
To purchase “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”, or to read a free sample please visit Amazon UK, or Amazon USA.
If you read “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” I would appreciate it if you would please consider leaving a review.
Many thanks,
Kevin
How easy to loose the plot.
The fire burns hot
And the hand
Obeying not sense’s command
Touches the burning coal.
The soul
Pulls back
But oft we lack
The will
To climb the hill
To a cloudless place
Where the sun’s face
Banishes the dark
And tears of joy start
To fall.
We recall
The path of right
And struggle against the night.
K Morris - Poet 