On the ground
Logs lie
While all around
Joyous dogs
Spend their day
In play
Unaware of the decay
Of logs
And of how I
Envy dogs
In their play.
On the ground
Logs lie
While all around
Joyous dogs
Spend their day
In play
Unaware of the decay
Of logs
And of how I
Envy dogs
In their play.
I was delighted to appear on the World Poetry Reading Series for Thursday 21 December, https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-dec-21-2023-with-alaha-ahrar-kevin-morris-and-timileyin-gabriel-olajuwon/. My segment appears approximately 16 minutes into the podcast and runs for around 9 minutes.
During the podcast, I answered questions on what inspires me to write poetry, and read 2 of my poems.
I listened to the podcast using Google Chrome, but other browsers should also work.
My thanks to Ariadne Sawyer of the World Poetry Reading Series for hosting me on her show.
In honour of December, I am posting a poem from my collection More Poetic Meanderings, entitled In Early December:
“In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade
And the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves”.
More Poetic Meanderings is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139/
You can access a recording of me reading More Poetic Meanderings on Soundcloud here, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1
When a young lady named Miss Hocking
Said, “your behaviour is really quite shocking!”,
I said, “what I done
I done it in fun!”.
She said, “your grammar is also shocking!”.
An interesting piece on Medium entitled What is the Purpose of Poetry? https://medium.com/the-howling-owl/what-is-the-purpose-of-poetry-147ba89ef9b0.
For me, poetry is valuable in and of itself. As with love and friendship it matters because it matters. If you where to pin me down and insist that I provide a fuller explanation, then I would say that poetry matters because it stirs the emotions. It speaks to who we are/explores what it is to be human.
As an aside, I am often puzzled by those who derive great pleasure from pop music (which almost invariably rhymes), yet dislike poetry, much of which rhymes! Perhaps the dislike by some of poetry stems from them having it drummed into them at a tender age rather than having discovered it for themselves.
My love of poetry was sparked by a school teacher, Mr Delacruz who recorded several cassettes for me, including a number of poems. In addition, I spent many hours in the school library discovering poetry for myself via anthologies such as Palgrave’s Golden Treasury and the Oxford Book of English Verse.
As always, I would be interested to hear your views regarding the purpose of poetry/what poetry means to you.
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
I think I’m in love
As with her boxing glove
She sets my head in a whirl!
I have passed tombs
In the sunshine
And in the gloom
Pondering on rhyme
And my fleeting time.
Scented with perfume
She passed the dead
Who lay entombed
In their unenvied bed
And the dead slept on
When she was gone.
We find brevity in lust
And permanence in dust.
I once met a vampire named Keith
Who showed me his very sharp teeth.
When he gnashed his great fangs
I fed him with gran’s meringues
Which poisoned that poor vampire named Keith!
Once green leaves
Are brown
On the ground.
Great trees
Wither and die
And I
See dead leaves
At my door.
When a young lady known as Sky
Went and married an old billionaire guy
And he died on the stair,
I just happened to be there,
And to marry that young billionaire Sky …