I see you, bare feet leaving traces in the damp sand.
Lost in beauty, you watch the gulls as they wheel and cry.
The salt sea caresses your sun kissed skin.
The birds continue to scream overhead.
The sceen overpowers, your tears mingle and are lost in the great atlantic.
In my dreams I glimpse you, a girl walking along the beach.
I have updated my About page to include links to my recent guest post Managing online distractions on Butterfly on a Broomstick, my author interview on Author Interviews, and my two poems Vampire and Dalliance on Calamities Press.
Visit my About page here: http://newauthoronline.com/about/
Many thanks to Fiona of Authorsinterviews for publishing an interview with me on her blog. You can find my interview here (http://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/2014/10/19/here-is-my-interview-with-kevin-morris/).
As those of you who follow this blog will know, my name is Kevin. Yesterday I received the following text from a friend who was, at that time on his way to France via cross channel ferry,
“Just leaving Harbour. Where told the captain’s name is Kevin. Should I be worried?”
My friend’s text made me smile as, being blind there is no way in which I could hold down the job of captain. However, giving the matter a little more thought I arrived at the following brilliant solution to how a blind man might captain a ship. My guide dog, Trigger is trained to avoid obstacles so why not teach him the following additional commands:
Does anyone have the contact details for shipping companies please? I’m taking time out from my writing to apply for the position of ship’s captain. God save me and anyone else who sails with me!
Kevin
Kev Cooper (no relation to yours truly) offers a great (free) author promotion service. Kev’s Author Interviews allows authors to promote themselves and their work by answering questions supplied by Kev. The interviews also act as a great way for readers to learn about new authors. For further information please visit http://kevs-domain.net/author-interviews-and-contact-information/
For the good of humanity we must sacrifice the paltry joys of the here and now for the ultimate bliss of tomorrow.
For the good of humanity we must abandon the selfish goal of individual fulfilment for the common good.
For the good of humankind we must place freedom on the backburner for we are building an earthly paradise where “the people” shall rule.
Yet Eden remains, floating, somewhere forever out of reach while “the people” shrug their shoulders, and smile or weep.
Written after reading an article on North Korea).
Many thanks to author Linzé Brandon for hosting a guest post by me, on time management, (http://linzebrandon.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/managing-online-distractions-guest-post.html). Please do check out Linzé’s other posts and, of course her books which can be accessed here, (http://linzebrandon.blogspot.co.uk/).
Phantom table moving in time with the darkened train. My hand resting on the table summons a ghostly hand reflected back in the window. The unreal hand moves, or is it mine? Solid table, ghostly object mingle in the black night. What is real? What a dagger of the mind?
The baby nestled in your loving hands. Your soft caresses elicit no response from it’s dead, metallic body. You fall asleep and dream of texts, the phone grasped in your warm, cyborg hand.
An Autumn evening. The park deserted save for me and my dog. A solitary birds sings. Entranced I stand, his song bringing thoughts of sorrow comingled with joy. Beauty, pain and happiness, contradictory emotions stir within my breast.
The lonely bird continues to sing, his voice filling the darkening park.
Distant sound of traffick. I linger, reluctant to break the spell.
Later, the pub full of noise. Yet, through the din I fancy, dim and distant, the singing of the birds can be heard.
K Morris - Poet 