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In Passion Hot

In passion hot
Children are begot
And time forgot.
Yet the clock’s whir
Is still there
Heed it or not.

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“My Old Clock I Wind And Other Poems” By K Morris

On Monday 9 July, I ran into an acquaintance. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, he remarked on how much he had enjoyed reading my collection of poems, “My Old Clock I Wind and Other Poems”. It is a great feeling to receive a compliment, particularly when it is unsolicited. While the gentleman in question has not (to my knowledge) written a review, “My Old Clock” has received several reviews, including the below, from Audrey Driscoll:

“The first poem in this collection of 74 contains the theme that pervades the entire work – the relentless passage of time. Morris’s verses are products of reflection and mature thought, expressing both resignation and a zest for life.

This poet is not fighting advancing age and eventual death, but lives with an intense awareness of the temporary nature of human lives and preoccupations. “Passing By,” for example, sums this up perfectly in only three lines.

The fleetingness of beauty and attraction are pictured in “Chiffon” and “Dark and Light.” As sadness frequently follows delight / Mourn not, for there can be no dark without the light. The poet’s mixed feelings about his relationships with others are exemplified by “Shall I Sit Out This Dance?” whose last five lines are especially poignant. “What Is A Double Bed?” further explores love, joy, and pain.

Humour is not absent from the collection. “Howling At the Moon,” “Count Dracula Went Out To Dine,” and “It’s Raining Out There,” along with a group of limericks, celebrate the absurdities and quirky angles of life.

A certain amount of social commentary appears in “Crack” and “Girls in Unsuitable Shoes,” which has a touch of wry brilliance.

Climate change is acknowledged by the short poem “Melting Ice.” Of the poems that question progress and technology, perhaps the finest is “Man’s Destiny,” which contrasts the poet’s enjoyment of life’s small pleasures with grandiose aspirations and predictions.

Most of the poems feature pairs of rhyming lines – not rhyming couplets, exactly, because the lines often differ in length and metre. The effect is one of ticking, bringing to mind the clock of the title. In densely packed sequences of short lines, this rhyme pattern can become a bit tedious. “Understanding,” which features a more complex rhyme scheme, is a notable departure. Morris’s poems are distillations of thoughtful life experience, and thus best savoured slowly, like good wine.

Readers will find something here to match any mood, to celebrate life or commiserate with sorrow”.
(For the above review please visit, https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/customer-reviews/R1S1VEBI73BGP1/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0735JBVBG.

You can find “My Old Clock I Wind” in the Amazon Kindle store here, http://amzn.eu/gelHFDE. It is also available from Moyhill Publishing and can be found here, http://moyhill.com/clock/).

The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past

The hands are almost at half-past.
Will the clock last
The hour?

A sudden shock
Can stop
The clock
At …

And what of that?
For clocks
Are like flies,
One dies
But the great tick tock
Continues on,
Though one is gone.

Time and tide wait for no man

As far back as I can remember, I have had a fascination with time. The hypnotic swing of the pendulum on an old-fashioned clock and the steady tick tock of the mechanism, entrances me.

My interest in time can be seen in several of my poems, including this one which is simply entitled “Time”

“Time” can be found in “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mindhttp://moyhill.com/lost/.

This Ticking Clock

This ticking clock calms.
No alarms
Just the steady tick tock
Of this battery driven clock.

It is growing dark outside.
I shall put aside
My pride
And think on the tick tock
Of the ever present clock
That does for now measure
My work and leisure.