This snow
Fall
Will cover all.
But I know
That the click clack
Of heel
Will reveal
The black
Tarmac underneath.
And when the snow does cease
The path to my door
Shall be covered no more.
This Snow
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I Don’t Understand
I don’t understand those who wish that the sun would always shine,
For life is varied, and I pray that it will remain so.
When others complain
I shall go
Out in the rain
And feel alive
As they into buildings dive.
Some say the winter is drear
And huddle near
Fires that suck The oxygen away.
I can not stay
Indoors
On a cold winter’s day
But must ramble about on the moors
Or take a walk in an urban park
For the dark will come
And blot out the sun.
I am dust.
“My Old Clock I Wind” audio download
In my post of 13 August, (https://newauthoronline.com/2017/08/13/my-old-clock-i-wind-will-soon-be-available-as-an-audio-download/), I said that my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” was in the process of being recorded.
I am pleased to announce that I have now received the completed recording.
Once approved by me “My Old Clock I Wind” will be available to purchase as an audio download from audible.co.uk and audible.com. I will, of course post links here once “My Old Clock” goes live.
In the meantime, “My Old Clock” can be purchased, in ebook and paperback formats from the publisher, http://moyhill.com/clock/, or from Amazon, (ebook only), https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
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“I can hear the wind laughing outside
At our human pride.
The Tide
Of time moves on
And we are gone
With the wind
That will rescind
All
These scribbles on the wall”.
(“Wind” is copyright K Morris and can be found in “My Old Clock I Wind”).
The sound of rain
The sound of rain reached my ear.
‘Twas no cadence drear
To me,
Simply the rain,
Timeless, wild and free.
Coming Storm
I wish that a storm would come.
I can neither run
Nor stay
And pray
For a storm to take
All this away.
Once the lightening has passed
I may feel bereft
At the vast
Nothing left
Behind. But the storm must come
And I must not run
Away,
But face the thunder, and stay.
Pluviophile
Thank you to Lesley M Dawson of My Liverpool Blog, https://ellemdawson.wordpress.com/about/, for providing me with a word to describe my love of rain (pluviophile), which means a lover of rain! I am delighted to meet a fellow pluviophile!
You can find examples of my poems which deal with rain below:
Raining – https://newauthoronline.com/2015/10/28/raining/
Its Raining – https://newauthoronline.com/2016/11/12/its-raining/
Wood In The Rain – https://newauthoronline.com/2017/05/01/wood-in-the-rain/
Autumn Rain – https://newauthoronline.com/2015/09/25/autumn-rain-2/
I shall go and listen to the rain
I shall go
And listen to the rain
Pattering on my window pane,
For I know
Not when it will end
And silence descend
It is too hot
It is too hot.
Girls and boys
Sweat,
But have not
The energy for fleeting joys,
Let alone regret
Knowledge
Knowledge I possess (and a degree),
But the wind free
Laughs at me
As he
Shakes yonder bending tree
The Thunder Came Last Night
The thunder came last night
But there was no flash of light,
Just a reverberating rumble
And the tumble
Of rain.
K Morris - Poet 