Tag Archives: poets

Chore

As a poet (or writer/author of any description), the most important activity is, to state the blatantly obvious that of writing. Its tempting to regard promoting one’s work as a chore. So far as my poetry is concerned, most of my promoting consists of posting examples of my work on this site (kmorrispoet.com) and, by so doing bringing my writing to the attention of a wider audience.

Notwithstanding the publication of examples of my poetry on this site (which provides me with pleasure as I know that my readers enjoy reading my work), I fall into the category of those who do, in general find self-promotion somewhat tedious. I am, however aware of its importance and recently kicked myself (metaphorically speaking of course) when I had no business card to give to a lady who indicated to me that she derives pleasure from reading poetry. While I did give the lady the address of this site (kmorrispoet.com), given that she was on her way to the office and doubtless had many things on her mind (the impending working day being formost amongst them), I suspect that she will have forgotten the address of this site.

The above is a lesson to me to order more business cards, and I will perform this chore over the coming weekend. In my experience, one can go for weeks without handing out a card (obviously you should not foist them willy-nilly on members of the public)! However (when people express an interest in your work) they are a good means of jogging memories. “Who was that chap who writes poetry? Ah I have his card here. I will take a look at his site”. Of course some cards will be lost or deliberately filed in the dustbin, but others will be used to find out more about the author/poet/writer in question. So obtaining business cards is in my view a chore worth performing.

Kevin

My Site’s Address Has Changed to kmorrispoet.com

On 17 February, I wrote a post about changes to my website, which can be found here https://kmorrispoet.com/2019/02/17/changes-to-newauthoronline/. In it, I explained that the title of my site has changed to “K Morris – Poet”, and the tagline to “Kevin Morris poet”. I went on to explain that my site can now be accessed from 2 addresses – kmorrispoet.com and newauthoronline.com.

Readers of this blog will see that the blog’s primary address (the address you see in your browser’s address bar) has now changed to kmorrispoet.com. Please note, the address, newauthoronline.com will continue to work (and, as previously stated I have no intention of deactivating it), however, as stated above, irrespective of which address you type into your browser’s address bar, the web address you will see (once on my site) will be kmorrispoet.com.

Over the years many bloggers (and others) have kindly hosted me on their sites and linked back to content on my blog. All of these links should continue to work and anyone clicking on a link to newauthoronline.com be redirected to kmorrispoet.com. If, however you do experience any difficulties please do let me know, either by leaving a comment below this post, or by emailing me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com, (the address is rendered thus to defeat spammers)!

Kevin

When A Young Man of Stroud

When a young man of Stroud
Wrote, “death be not proud”,
A poet named John Donne
Sued him (just for fun),
And bankrupted that young man of Stroud!

(“Death Be Not Proud” was written by the English poet John Donne, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Be_Not_Proud_(poem).

Fire

The below poem was written late at night. I don’t often compose poetry on or around midnight. However “Fire” was composed in the wee small hours, when sombre thoughts are wont to come into one’s mind.

I have felt the fire’s power;
It Kindles brightly and sinks within the hour.
I have watched the embers dying fast;
Looked into the future and gazed into the past.
I have raked the ashes cold, felt the bleakness in my soul.

You Come In The Morning

You come in the morning
And find me stretching, yawning.
Will you have me storming?
Or forlorning?

A new day is dawning
On the same old paper sheet
Of meet
And greet.

At break of day
You may
Find me yawning
And leave me, forlorning
With the truth, upon me dawning