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A Slim Volume

A slim volume
Lost in a room
Full of books
Must gather dust,
Although, perchance
Words dance
For one who looks.

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On Hearing Of The Death Of A Former Colleague

The business of work stopped
When the sickle chopped
For you
Who
Knew
When
To wield a pen.
But you
Could laugh too.

How silent is the office now
That your paperwork is done.
The serious and the fun
All must
Blend
In the end
In dust,
And in the memories of we who live on
After you are gone.

Packages

They come in garish bows,
In pretty wrapping
Or tied up with string.
He who hears a tapping
Or the doorbell’s ring
Knows that he must, without fail
Pay cash on the nail
Else his bow
Will go.

(The phrase “cash on the nail” means immediate payment).

A Reader Writes

I was delighted to receive the following comments, in an email entitled “A Poem That I Love”, from Lorraine Lewis, regarding my collection of poems “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”:

“Kevin,

We just downloaded your book into a PDF Reader.

Wow!

What a lovely book. Thank you Kevin. I just wanted to tell you that I LOVE the piem, “ ‘Ere We Die.” It is just what we have been talking about.

Your poetry is brilliant. I like it because it is not long and drawn out, and over wordy, but gives just something to think about. It is lovely. Thank you so much Kevin.

Lorraine”.

My thanks to Lorraine for granting me permission to reproduce her comments verbatim. Lorraine blogs at BlindWilderness (https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com).

You can find “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” here http://moyhill.com/lost/, and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AF5EPVY

Why Did I My Window Close?

Why did I my window close?
The wind blows.
I
Will die
So why
Be shy
Of this fresh air
That takes away my care?

I awoke
To crows.
Nature spoke
Once more. Who knows
Why man goes
On as before?