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Why I am reluctant to comment on the work of fellow poets

It goes without saying that I am delighted whenever readers express appreciation for my work. Its wonderful to know that my poetry brings pleasure to others.

On occasions readers appreciation of my poetry has caused them to contact me requesting that I critique their work. I am greatly flattered when this occurs. However I invariably respond with a courteous decline.

As with all poets, I have my own unique style. This usually entails the extensive use of rhyme. I find an intrinsic beauty in traditional rhyming poetry which, no doubt is a major factor in explaining my use of the form. That is not to say that I never engage in free verse poetry. I do, however this is rare and when I do utilise this form it is, almost invariably in the context of a poem in which rhyme predominates. Where I to critique many free verse poems I would, in all honesty have to say that I did not consider them to constitute poetry. That is not to say that free verse can not be moving and extremely beautiful. Indeed it can and it is worthy of praise as regards the possession of these qualities. It is, however (in my opinion) moving and beautiful prose (rather than poetry) and any comments by me would, in all honesty have to reflect my view of the matter.

More generally, my perspective of the merits and/or demerits of a given poem is just that (my own view), others may disagree. I do not wish to be the person responsible for dampening the enthusiasm of a budding poet. I do, from time to time come across poetry which is (in my opinion) truly awful. When confronted by work of this nature I click away without commenting because (as I say above) I have no desire to puncture anyone’s balloon.

My own style of writing (rhyming poetry) is, I am well aware considered as old-fashioned and overly restrictive by many modern poets and critics. One mans meat is another mans poison. Let each poet plough his/her own furrow, I will not trespass on their territory (other than to comment and/or like if I truly feel that their work possesses merit). Otherwise I shall refrain from passing judgement.

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British schoolgirl is first non-Japanese winner of Haiku competition

A British schoolgirl is the first non-Japanesewinner of a Japanese haiku competition. Gracie Starkey, who was 13 at the time when she composed the poem, visited Japan to receive the prestigious prize.

To read this beautiful haiku, and more about Gracie, please visit HERE,

Launch of poetry newsletter by World Poetry Reading Series

The World Poetry Reading series offers opportunities for poets to showcase their work and hosts a regular show, on Vancouver Co-op Radio, which broadcasts every Thursday.

The World Poetry Reading Series has just published its first newsletter.

To visit the newsletters page please go to http://worldpoetry.ca/?page_id=11939, and to read the Spring edition please click here, http://worldpoetry.ca/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/2017-05-18-Newsletter-Issue1-Spring.pdf.

To find out more about the World Poetry Reading Series Café and hear podcasts of previous shows, please go to http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-cafe-2.

I was privileged to appear on Vancouver Co-op Radio to discuss my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” and read several of my poems.

To listen to a podcast of my interview please visit, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11765.

“My Old Clock I Wind” is available in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill Publishing, http://moyhill.com/clock/ and as a download in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.

Poet Kevin Morris interviewed for Rhyme

I was honoured to be interviewed by Victoria, for her excellent site Rhyme. My interview covers a variety of topics, including what inspires me to write poetry, together with those poets who have exerted an influence on my writing. To read the interview please visit https://rhymepoetry.wordpress.com/2017/06/01/interview-with-kevin-morris/.

Anyone Can Write Like Shakespeare

Often do I sigh
On hearing the old lie
That anyone can write like Shakespeare.
Sensible people know it isn’t true
Yet through fear
Of being labelled with that dread
Word “elitist”, which cuts debate dead,
All but the brave withdraw into their shell
For they know full well
That the roof
Frequently does fall
On he who has the gall
To tell the unvarnished truth.