Waking early I lie,
Darkness still shrouds the sky.
One day or night I will die,
There will be no more awakening to the sky.
Is death the final sleep,
Through which no dreams creep?
Or a perpetual dream,
wherein our consciousness forever streams?
Often, when dreaming, I believe myself to be awake.
On waking, I realise my mistake.
But how can I be certain the land of sleep is behind,
That I am not in a dream confined?
I lack the wisdom of a divine,
So can not answers find.
From the sunlit uplands man’s heart turns.
Those who play in the gutter attract germs.
The birds soar above,
While in the dirt man grubs.
Flowers are trampelled underfoot,
All that is noble is reduced to dust.
The rats scurry away,
They have no stomach to fight and stay.
The closing of my door.
Me Sitting alone in the twilight, on my sofa, the furry blue throw soft against my hands, listening to the companionable rain.
The friendly bookcase in the corner, packed full of books, the ting tang clock standing atop it, keeping the elephant bookends and Austrian stein company.
The ebony elephant on the cabinet, one ear slightly mauled, watches me quizzickally, far from his home in China.
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The bookcase in my bedroom, still smelling faintly of the pine forest, fuses with the scent of books.
The luxury of freshly laundered sheets against my skin.
Home. Bliss!
Unadulterated lust.
Needs must.
No scent of musk,
Just dust
And my nose savouring the scent of books!
(The above was inspired by reading the following post by Jennifer Calvert, https://jennifercalvertwriter.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/lustful-sin/. If you haven’t already please do check out Jennifer’s blog).
Kevin
A rhythmic motion
Like a ship upon the ocean
Your legs swung
But to me no joy brung.
You spoke in a foreign tongue.
No songs where sung.
You where young
Eighteen or twenty
Our hearts they where empty.
Yes you where young,
Your feet in heels swung .
I see them swinging still
I have had my fill
Of desert beds and swinging legs.
Love to me is dead.
“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” (F Nietzsche).
I first came across this quote while at university and it has stayed with me ever since. There is a fascinating discussion regarding it’s meaning here, http://forums.philosophyforums.com/threads/and-if-you-gaze-for-long-into-an-abyss-the-abyss-gazes-also-into-38060-11.html
Bedposts stand and watch
As we our lives botch.
Never counting the cost
Of love wasted and lost.
Bedposts know,
That lovers come and go
And man sows what he reaps.
Would that they could speak.
BookCrossing is the practice of leaving books for others to find. Usually a message will be included allowing the person who finds the book to inform the individual who has left it that it has been found. There exist Book Crossing websites to facilitate this process.
I decided to release my baby, “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” into the great beyond. It is already available in the Amazon Kindle store, in my local book store (The Bookseller Crow) and direct from me. However I thought it would be fun to put a note in 4 copies of “Dalliance”, saying that I would love to know what people think of my book, and release it into the wild. It may be that I receive no feedback but nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Later today I will leave 2 copies of “Dalliance” in public places while a friend will drop off a further 2.
(for “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose” please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dalliance-collection-poetry-prose-Morris-ebook/dp/B00QQVJC7E.
For a recent review of “Dalliance” please go to https://bibliomad.wordpress.com/2015/08/19/dalliance-a-collection-of-poetry-and-prose-by-k-morris-book-review/.
You can find information on BookCrossing by visiting this link https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BookCrossing.
The Bookseller Crow can be found by clicking here http://booksellercrow.co.uk/.
If you are interested in obtaining a print edition of “Dalliance” direct from me please email newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com).
K Morris - Poet 