Here is a poem from Lorraine. A lovely lady, who has been blinded by illness.
Wheat fields
You undress me
Stripping me of falsehoods
That invaded my wounded soul,
Clothing
Me then
In the pure white of my childhood
When joys were young and blithe
Dancing and free
Flying
Adorn
My soul this day
Throw away all the chains
That kept in place the clothes of black
That seemed
So white
And now keep me safe for ever
Entwined in innocence
Like spotless lamb
Take me
Here is a poem that got Liz excited. Let her know what you think about it!
Do you ever stumble across a poem that makes you want to want to run into a crowd of people, holding it aloft and shouting, “You’ve got to read this poem!”? This is one that did it for me. (I hope I’m not violating any copyright by posting it here, but I received it in an unsolicited advertisement, so I figure it’s fair game.)
I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do, and I’d love to hear about the poems that have sent you running through the streets!
I am very pleased to host a guest post from Kevin. He has a new book of poetry coming out, and has included one of the poems in his post.
The Last Day of August
The final day of August
Brings Autumn’s coming chill.
Perhaps this is the last
Of Summer’s new-mown grass.
The eternal breeze
Rustles the leaves
And my once brown hair.
(The above poem is taken from my forthcoming collection, Leaving and
Other Poems, which will be available from Amazon in late January/early
February 2022. My Selected Poems is available in paperback and Kindle
from Amazon and can be accessed here,
Links
Blog: https://kmorrispoet.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/drewdog2060_
Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@apollo2362
You can find out about Kevin’s forthcoming book and read more of his work by following the links above.
I rarely reblog poetry, but this powerful poem by a new follower struck a chord with me.
The spurious hand
Of the curious girl
Explores odd intersections
Of the furious world
With the scenes always shifting
Because shadows exchange
The pretty puffs of prize poodles
For perverse pedigreed mange
Where the streets are all thoroughfares
Upon which motor cars drive
Where people always are going
And yet never they arrive
Bold, bizarre backwards bankers
Turn bonds into stocks
Leaving townspeople beholden
To fortunes predicted in probable rocks
Quiet houses sit empty
While paid closets of extra sit full
Where the rebellious and sickly
Are silently culled
From the counts in a census
And their beds on the street
Because where public meets private
The trading hands are discreet
Poor men of all colors
Are earmarked for jails
And the darker the hue is
The more hefty the bail
And dropping babies at sisters
Their fed up wives clean hotels
Raising cash to fight pipelines
Dragging children to…
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I am very happy to have received a copy of a book today. A book containing a short article that was originally published on this blog.
Australian writer, poet, and blogger, Carolyn Cordon, compiled an anthology of poetry and prose from writers all around the world, chronicling individual responses to the Covid-19 pandemic. I was happy when she asked me if she could include my blog post.
She has now self-published the book, and kindly sent me a copy.
I have previously been published in magazines and on online review sites, but this is a first for me, to be included in a printed book, along with a short bio at the back too.
You can find out more about Carolyn, using this link.
https://carolyncordonwriter.wordpress.com
To buy a copy, please contact her at this email address.
(After covering her costs, Carolyn is using the book sales to raise money for a Multiple Sclerosis charity.)
kittycordo@gmail.com
I am delighted to feature blogger, poet, and published writer, Kevin Morris.
https://kmorrispoet.com/ You can read more of Kevin’s blog by following that link.
The Hungry Hound
I am Trigger.
My Stomach is bigger
Than you think.
Your lunch will be gone in the blink
Of an eye.
Then away I fly.
Should you ask, “who stole my lunch?” I reply,
“Not I”
But, dear reader, I lie …!
I have been known to eat plastic.
My reach is elastic.
You think your food safe?
My friend brace
Yourself for a shock
For I will gobble the lot!
Be it ever so hot!
(The above poem was dedicated to my guide dog Trigger, who sadly died
in 2020, but lives on in my heart).
Kevin’s published poems are available online from Amazon.
He is also featured in an anthology, details from this link.
https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/croydon-poets/croydon-poetry-hour-anthology-202021/paperback/product-q777n8.html?page=1&pageSize=4
A lovely poem from Indian blogger, Shaily.
https://fishinthetrees.home.blog/
The world ends when I end…
I am the sun, the moon, the stars.
I am the rains and starving winters.
I am the ground upon which all I know stands.
When I go, the world as I know it goes with me.
When I am not, none of this will be.
In reaction to Colin McQueens’s latest ‘discussion’
I am very pleased to let you know that the lovely Lorraine Lewis from https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/ has had five of her poems published in a new anthology that is available to buy now.
An anthology of faery places. Focused on the winter court and the darker fae.
With Stories By
David Powell
Ruan Bradford Wright
Victor Nandi
Serena Mossgraves
Keely Messino
Sean Padraic McCarthy
Raz T. Slasher
Russell Addams
With Poetry By
Beulah Vega
Patricia Harris
Lorraine Lewis
Ruan Bradford Wright
And Art By
Allene Nichols
Vonnie Winslow Crist
Patricia Harris
Here is what Lorraine has to say about it on her blog.
‘I am delighted to announce that today INTO THE GLEN published by Fae Corps Publishing Inc. is being released.
I am also absolutely delighted to announce that five of my poems are in the book’.
Available on Amazon U.K. here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/s?k=Under+the+shade+into+the+glen&ref=nb_sb_noss
You can purchase it here:
https://books2read.com/Intotheglenundertheshade
If short stories and poetry are of interest to you, please follow the links to find out more, and show Lorraine some community support.
A short but powerfully effective poem from one of my new followers.
My silence was
Dangerous
Inner thoughts crucified
My mind
My heart
Immobile
Your betrayal
Replayed
Like a virus infected video
Say hello to my now
Cold heart
~ANDROMEDA
I am pleased to have received a guest poem, by email.
NO REGRETS
LIFE, our thoughts, our recall, notions of regret,
Memories, so many to cherish, some to forget,
LIFE, lived at the time the way it felt right,
And now it seems easier, the lie of hindsight,
LIFE, it’s ups and downs, pleasure and pain,
No chance, no risk, no love, no gain,
LIFE, our thoughts, our recall, notions of regret,
The joy, the love, we should never forget!
By Rachel.
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