Last night I dreamed a strange dream
About strawberries and lashings of fresh cream.
All the young women
Said no to sinning.
But gave in to strawberries and cream.
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Last night I dreamed a strange dream
About strawberries and lashings of fresh cream.
All the young women
Said no to sinning.
And the vicar fell into the cream!
On 2nd September I wrote about the sad death of my guide dog Trigger, which can be found here: https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/02/trigger/
I have now recorded my poem ‘Dog Bed’, which was written in memory of Trigger.
DOG BED
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart.
Below are some photographs:
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K Morris reading his poem ‘I Heard Leaves Fall’.
A young lady whose name is Pat
Sent me a message using her WhatsApp.
She called me “sweet honey”,
And asked me for money.
And I’ve never seen a photograph like that!
If girls could read the mind
Of the average guy, I
Think you would find
Many a poor guy
With a black eye!
I asked the devil, “wherein lies sin?”.
She answered me, “sir, sin, ’tis within
Both thee and me.
Now, my dear boy
Don’t be so coy.
And just tell me,
What would you like me to be!”.
There are no ghosts amidst these trees
Just an autumn breeze. and bittersweet memories.
I collected a conker
A few weeks back.
I have it still.
But will
Forever, lack
You who
Collected it with me.
I awoke,
With a start
To a bark.
But you spoke
Not. And now I pass
Your shadow, on the grass.
Young women lead men astray.
But I find writing
So much more inviting
Yet, on a hot day
A poet’s thoughts may
Turn (’tis most perverse,
To something other than verse …
K Morris - Poet 