Tag Archives: the natural world

On Hearing Birdsong

On hearing birdsong

I am glad

That I am here

To hear

Their sad, glad song.

 

 

We die

And our love

Dies with us.

 

 

No, it lives on

When we are gone

In those we love.

 

 

And the birds

Sing on

With no care

For where

We have gone.

 

Eternity

On my walks
I often find
That inner talk
Distracts my mind.

Then, the breeze
Rustles Autumn leaves
Reminding me
Of eternity.

Nature

We may try to deny
That Mother Nature is there.
But the bur
On our clothes.
The prick of the rose.
And twigs in our hair.
Show what we know,
That nature is there.

There is Part of the Park

There is part
Of the park
Mysterious and dark
Where wind sings
Always to me.
And I
Am free.

My Poem “A Summer Butterfly” Included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July

I am pleased to announce that my poem A Summer Butterfly has been included on the World Poetry Reading Series for 21 July. A Summer Butterfly is read by Ariadne Sawyer and can be found approximately 6 minutes into the podcast https://www.mixcloud.com/VictorSchwartzman/world-poetry-cafe-for-july-21-2022/.

I listened to the show using Google Chrome. However, other browsers should also work. You don’t need an account on Mixcloud in order to listen.

You can find a transcript of my poem here https://kmorrispoet.com/2022/07/05/a-summer-butterfly/.

A Summer Butterfly

A butterfly
On a
Sunny day
Flew by
My Labrador.
A snap of jaw.
And our summer chat
Of this and that.

All things must die
As the summer butterfly.
Death’s jaws will close
On man and rose.
You and I
Are but butterflies
Who love and laugh
And then must pass.

Birds in the Early Morning

When, at 6 am, I
Walked in the woods nearby,
Expecting to hear the birds,
(As I have often heard
Them sing in early morn).
Few birds I heard
For as I slept
The dawn
She crept
Softly by.

Why Do I Try to Cage

Why do I try
To cage
A blackbird in my paper cage?
In spring he sings
And makes for me
Sublime poetry.
That I can not cage
Within my poor poetic cage.

As the Light Slowly Dimmed

As the light
Slowly dimmed
I took delight
In birds.
“Oh my god!”.
But words
Are not birds.