Getting up in the early morning now, the world is a little darker.
As I get older, matters are ever starker.
The birds still trill
And oft times unchill
My heart,
But it is getting dark
Though the sun
Will rise as he must.
Man is dust
Dancing in beams of sunlight,
A brief delight,
Then good night.
I was pleased to receive the below review for my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:
“This is the 3rd book of poetry I review for the author, K.Morris. This volume entitled Refractions, alluding to the different meanings an author sees in
his poetry and the meaning the reader ultimately sees, all subjective in meaning and effect. To pull this off, the poems must reach a certain level of
maturity. In this, we are not let down. I find the maturity of the poems a step ahead of the first two volumes. In the content are poems that entertain
especially when the author writes about his guide dog, Trigger. Other subjects include love and loss, life and death; themes not so different from any
other poet’s pen, but the difference here is at times I could see myself within the poems and understand the situations that brought me there all the while
knowing the Author’s sense of the situation was different than mine but all were accepted under the guise of art that moves one to think as a wheel moving
from the center.
Some of my personal favorites are Truth, Ethereal, Reaper, Owl, Dog, May, Hyacinths, An Owl Hunting, Spring Night, House of Glass and more…”.
(For the above review please visit, https://www.amazon.com/review/R2C5Y543GV780B/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01L5UC2H2).
Many thanks to the reviewer for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”.
I was delighted to receive another great review of my recently released collection of poetry, “Refractions”:
“This is another wonderful collection of poems from this author. I obviously enjoyed some more than others, as is generally the case in collections of any
sort, but all were a delight to read. The inclusion of links to articles, or comments about people or situations, that inspired some of the poems was an
interesting touch too.
Though I enjoyed all of the poems, “Ethereal” and “Train” were my favourite poems, with “Poems and Flowers” and “Nightmare” not far behind on the list
of the poems I liked best from this collection.
*Note: I was given a free copy of this book by the author, in exchange for an honest review. However, this has in no way influenced my opinion of the book,
nor the contents of this review”.
(For the review please visit, https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1741884437?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1).
Thank you to the reviewer, Victoria Zigler, for taking the time to read and review “Refractions”.
I am pleased to announce that my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” is available to purchase in the Kindle store. To read a free sample of “Refractions”, or to buy the book, please visit Amazon HERE (for the UK) and HERE (for the US).
The book description for “Refractions reads as follows:
“The poet may redact
The light that through his poem does refract.
But the reader will therein construe
That she believes to be true”.
Light refracts causing confusion as to where it is going in the same
way that poems do. What the reader thinks the poet means and
what he actually does are often 2 rather different things but readers
will, none the less draw their own conclusions (eroneous or
otherwise).
(For my previous collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit http://moyhill.com/lost/).
I am aiming to publish my latest collection of poetry, “Refractions” in the next 10-14 days. The collection derives it’s title from my poem “Refractions” which runs thus:
“The poet may redact
The light that through his poem does refract.
But the reader will therein construe
That she believes to be true”.
In the same way that light refracts, so to does poetry. What the reader sees in a poem is not (necessarily) what the poet intended him to perceive. Likewise different readers will interpret the same poem in diverse ways. The poet, for his part may obfuscate his meaning, while the whiley reader will dig deep and, perhaps get near the essence of the poem.
If anyone would like a free copy of “Refractions” in return for an honest review, please contact me via newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com (the address is rendered in this manner to defeat spammers).
Many thanks,
Kevin
A tired smile
Hides a guilty denial,
While a sheepish grin
Conceals sin,
Though not very well
For the wise can tell
What lies within
What could be more pleasant than a cooling pint on a hot summer’s day? A cooling pint and a good book.
I have been popping into the Westow House in Crystal Palace for some time now. They do an excellent Sunday roast and out of sheer politeness I feel obliged to have a pint or two while enjoying the convivial atmosphere of the pub!
I was unaware until Sunday 14 August that in addition to serving good food, the Westow House also hosts a small library. Having discovered this fact, I have donated a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” to the pub’s library. The Westow is a busy place so I like to think that from time to time a pub goer will take down my book and enjoy a quiet read.
For “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit http://moyhill.com/lost/. For details of the Westow House please see http://westowhouse.com/.
Thank you to Makaitah Rogue for publishing my poem “The Girl Who Wasn’t There” as a guest post on her blog. To view the post please follow this link, https://makaitahrogue.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/guest-post-by-k-morris/
You neither sleep nor weep,
While I sleep, the sleep of the just or unjust?
Awaking, lust
Is replaced
By a kind of guilt
Mixed with tenderness?
I can not see your face
And the Quilt
Covers
That
Which
Perhaps
Should
Have
Remained
Undiscovered.
There was a young lady called Nell
Who worked in a hotel.
The guests where crude,
But she was no prude
And Nell would never tell …
K Morris - Poet 