My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
My unbalanced clock
Will still tick tock.
The pendulum swings.
But no Cuckoo sings
And the clock’s
Music has stopped.
I was delighted to receive an email earlier today from a reader who has read my recently published poetry collection, “Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death”. In order to protect the privacy of my correspondent, I have not included any details which might identify her:
“I hope you are well and recovered from your traumatic period.
I like your poems about it and especially enjoyed these:
Whole Again; very poignant and concise.
Twilight: Lovely ,a brief and enchanted moment, like a haiku.
A Garden in Early Spring: another lovely one. You are very good at describing that time of day becoming night.”
“Passing Through: Some Thoughts on Life and Death” is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store.
There once was a poet named Moat
Who rode around on a great goat.
When they said, “your verse,
It grows worse and worse!”,
He would smile and blame that goat!
As I walked through Trafalgar Square
I met the ghost of Voltaire.
I said, “are you Candide?”.
He said, “no sir! Indeed!
I am Voltaire! haunting Trafalgar Square!”
I walk amidst these
Windblown
Leaves.
How time has flown.
I shall in beauty drown
And think on these
Fallen leaves,
Which now strew the ground.
(Taken from “Light and Shade” Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
Girls sell flowers
Which, for a few hours
Make men smile
And forget all their regrets
For a while
In the flower’s sweet scent.
Though some may repent,
Come lonely hours
The pull of flowers
Will often tempt.
And a girl’s rent …
When a young lady known as Kate
Said, “I think your poetry is great!”,
I said to her, “honey,
Are you looking for money?”,
And she winked at me did Kate …!
I once met a clever cow
Who said, “I don’t know how
All of my milk
Is smooth as silk!”,
I said, “wow! A talking cow!”
When I met a ghost in a churchyard
Who said, “being dead is so very hard!
I always try to be friendly,
But everyone’s so scared of me!”,
I ran at great speed from that churchyard!
I am fortunate to live within a 20 minute walk of the independent Bookseller Crow, which is located at 50 Westow Street in Crystal Palace. Over the years I have popped in to the shop on numerous occasions and bought books and art cards as presents for family and friends.
Being an independent bookshop the Bookseller Crow sells a number of titles focused on the history of Crystal Palace and the Norwood area in which I live. In addition, the store stocks a variety of publications by local authors, including my recently published “Passing through: some thoughts on life and Death”. The book description reads as follows:
“In the last week of January 2025, poet K Morris suffered a seizure whilst at home. This was rapidly followed by several other seizures, and the discovery that he was suffering from a brain abscess, which required an urgent operation.
In this book the poet describes his thoughts and feelings as he grapples with his own mortality. Other poems touch on the mundane rhythms of hospital life, and the poet’s yearning to return to the great outdoors and Mother Nature”.
If you live in Crystal Palace or happen to be visiting the area, the Bookseller Crow is a great place to browse for books, so do please consider dropping in. Books can also be ordered from the Bookseller Crow’s website
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“Passing through” is also available as a kindle download and can be found here Passing Through: Some thoughts on life and death eBook : Morris, K : Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store