We wish for fish
But when the fish
Is caught,
And wish
Turns from thought
To act,
We in fact
Find that the line
We did use
Entangles, and mangles
Us in our own ruse.
Tag Archives: verse
A picture of the postcard which advertises my poetry.
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The above photograph shows my poem ‘Lost’. The text reads:
LOST
‘My thoughts lost on the damp air
Going who knows where.
The sodden grass
I pass
Where children play
but not today.
No ball
or bird call.
Only the rain’s incessant fall.’
– Kevin Morris
Excerpt from ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’
‘Lost’ can be found in ‘Lost in the Labyrinth of my Mind’, available here for the UK and here for the US.
Wild Flowers
I perceive
The flowers as I
Pass by.
Should I
Grieve
That they will die?
I paused and smelt
And felt
Their slim stem that I
Could so easily break.
I chose not to take
And did the blooms forsake
For I
Know that they shall die
This poem and others like it can be found in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’, available here for the UK and here for the US.
The above pictures were taken in Spa Wood, SE19.
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Bluebells close-up
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Yellow flowers close-up
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Wild garlic close-up
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Blue flowers close-up
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White flowers close-up
In the woods dark heart
In the wood’s dark
Heart the breeze
Whispers in the trees
Words that I can not comprehend.
May god send
Me peace
And this breeze
Never cease.
‘In the woods dark heart’ can be found on Amazon in ‘The Writer’s Pen and other poems’ by Kevin Morris, available here for the UK and here for the US.
All of these pictures were taken in Spa Woods, SE19.
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A picture of the path leading into the woods
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A large tree close-up
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A large tree
Five new poems by poet K Morris on Soundcloud
Five new poems by poet Kevin Morris on Soundcloud.
What Constitutes the Erotic for you?
What constitutes the erotic for you?
Is it the stiletto shoe
On an ankle slim
That tempts you into sin?
Or is it the red light
Which winks
At kinks
Both day and night
That does it for you?
Some prefer
The bare
While others consider the covered
Erotic, for the exotic
Is a mystery to be discovered.
I find at night
That there are better things to do
Than write
About the stiletto shoe …
The Blast
Sitting in my living room
I hear the wind.
It will be gone soon,
And it’s blast
Will outlast
Thee and me.
Stream Of Consciousness More Or Less
Stream of consciousness
More or less.
Heels and shopping deals.
She steals
Away.
He will shop another day
It Is A Chilly Day
It is a chilly day.
Should I be bold
And say
That I require? desire?
Some heat
To defeat
The cold
For today?
Your Hand Can Command A Fire
Your hand
Can command
A fire.
Desire burns
Ere it turns
Into pools
Where fools
Drown in sin
While the devil of lust
And dust
Looks on with a woolfish grin.