The audience watches askance
As they dance
On the edge
Of a ledge.
Feet moving faster.
The music and laughter.
What follows after
Cool reflection or disaster?
She stoops but who conquers?
The situation bonkers.
A man old enough to be her father.
They would rather
Not think
On those who wink
And titter.
A bitter taste
Is a man’s disgrace
Yet still men dally
With silk and lace.
Many skirt
The issue.
The time is short
And dearly bought.
A tissue
Of lies
And midnight sighs.
A girl growing up forsook
The straight path and took
A step down a perilous track.
One may turn back
But many lack
The will.
In the still
Of night
Delight
For one.
A soul is gone
And time rolls on.
Greying hairs.
She swears
All is not lost
And counts the cost
Of fixed smiles
And denials
No longer believed
By those she deceives.
Feet that dance
Awhile,
Perchance
Provide surcease
A kind of peace.
But romance Is not my style.
The painted smile
May for a time beguile.
A fleeting kiss.
A kind of bliss
But romance is not my style.
Lovers may dally
In verdant valley
While
I love’s cost tally.
But romance is not my style.
Would that I could resile
The made up face
The silk
And lace.
But romance is not my style.
An interesting article on “The 10 Worst Story Openings”, (http://lauralee1.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/10-ways-not-to-open-story.html). While I agree with some of the points made in this piece, getting hung up on how one should (or should not) begin a story can lead to a loss of spontaneity, with the writer worrying about the perfect (if such a thing exists) beginning rather than simply writing the best story they are capable of. Again what one reader perceives as being clichéd may well be regarded by others as constituting a great opening paragraph.
Kevin
In an efort to help fellow authors, J K Rowling shares her rejection letters, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3509237/We-publish-book-commercial-success-Harry-Potter-author-JK-Rowling-shares-rejection-letters-publishers-writing-pen-Robert-Galbraith.html).
Oh how thin
Is the divide betwixt virtue and sin.
A rake’s grin
Or a smile
That beguiles
Girls who flirt
In skirts
Short.
Ought?
Ought not?
Passion hot.
Cool reflection
May lead to dejection.
There is no rejection
When the coin does spin
And what some call sin
Enters in.
Sinking into bliss.
A kiss.
A silver penny
So many
Shine
On women and wine.
As Dowson searches, for love divine.
Pale lost lilies.
Sillies
Weak
No words they speak
Will make him cease
In his search for peace.
Dowson died young.
No joy his lovings brung.
The same old song sung
Once more.
The hoare
Frost froze the poet, to the core.
—
Ernest Christopher Dowson was one of the Decadent or Catholic poets. Born in 1867 and dying in 1900 the poet spent a life full of wine, women and song, often seeking solace in the arms of the world’s oldest profession.
The reference to “Lilies” refers to Dowson’s fine poem, “Cynara” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Dowson).
I am happy to share news of forthcoming books. If you have a book coming out and would like to share it, please send the details to me at newauthoronline (at) gmail dot com. Please contact me (if at all possible) at least a week prior to the publicity being required.
Many thanks
Kevin
I am pleased to announce that my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” is now available in print. To read reviews of “Lost” or to purchase my book please visit the following link http://moyhill.com/lost/. “Lost” is also available as a Kindle download and can be found here, http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01AF5EPVY/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_S9p7wb0FBTR8W.
A reviewer writes as follows:
“This is the 3rd collection of poems I’ve read by K. Morris, and with that comes a little weight. Obviously, I must like this writer’s work to continue
reading it, but surely there must be an expiry date for such great writing; one day I am sure to find a book by K. Morris that I do not enjoy.
Well, frankly, that day is not today.
Honestly, I think K. Morris may be a fountain of constant inspiration and depth – his writing is beautiful, and never fails to touch my heart whether crafted
for humour or profound meaning. I cannot imagine the day that I don’t enjoy his work.
If you enjoy reading poetry, then this collection of poems is the one for you. If you’ve never really read poetry before, but you want to start, K. Morris
is a great poet to begin with. I mean, you should always begin with the greats, shouldn’t you?
This collection contains a range of poems from joyous to sorrowful, humorous to harrowing. I cannot express enough how strongly I feel that you – yes,
you, reading this right now – should delve into K. Morris world, and his writing.
Overall, and very obviously, I really enjoyed this collection, and I highly recommend you pick up a copy.
(Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from K Morris in exchange for an honest review. I would like to send a big thank you and congratulations to
K Morris for this collection, and its brilliance”.) .
For the above review please go to http://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R3NHWVT18B7EK6/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B01AF5EPVY.
Kevin
On 12 March I offered readers the chance to win a free signed copy of my collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, (http://newauthoronline.com/2016/03/12/your-chance-to-win-a-free-copy-of-lost-in-the-labyrinth-of-my-mind/). In order to win, readers where asked to name my first collection of poetry. I am delighted to announce that Annette (https://annetterochelleaben.wordpress.com/), correctly identified “Dalliance” (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QQVJC7E/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_cmZ5wb0VVDXW8) as being the work in question. Congratulations to Annette, who wins a signed copy of “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”.
K Morris - Poet 