The Selected Poems of K Morris

The Selected Poems of K Morris by [Morris, K]

I am delighted to welcome poet and author, Kevin Morris, to Robbies Inspiration today with a post about his new book, The Selected Poems of K Morris. Kevin is a wonderful writer and I have read and reviewed a few of his delightful poetry books.

I will now hand over to Kevin to tell you a bit about his writing process and to share a poem from this collection:

Whilst sitting at the oak table in my mum’s dining room, in Liverpool, I became aware of the steady ticking of the wall mounted,  battery driven clock. The steady tick tock of that clock led me to compose the below poem, which is entitled, “This Ticking Clock Calms“:

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.


Ever since I can remember, I have had a fascination with clocks, particularly traditional, pendulum clocks. Whilst my mum’s clock is not an old-fashioned timepiece, its ticking does (as with all clocks) remind me of my own mortality. Traditional clocks run down, whilst the batteries in modern timepieces expire. Ultimately we too succumb to a loss of power. Organs fail with age, or we are subject to an accident and die.

As I sat listening to that clock, I felt, (as I always feel when contemplating time), a sense of humility. “The proud and the humble all must tumble into the grave”, as I put it in my poem “There are No Pockets in a Shroud“.

This Ticking Clock Calms“, and “There are No Pockets in a Shroud“, can be found in my Selected Poems. Or for the US or elsewhere, please follow this link,

About Kevin Morris

Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool, on 6 January 1969. He attended the Royal School for the Blind and Saint Vincent’s School for the Blind (both of which are located in Liverpool). He has happy memories of leafing through “Palgrave’s Golden Treasury”, “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and other poetry collections in the school library. It was during his time in the school library, together with the many hours spent sitting on his grandfather’s knee as he read to me, that Kevin derived his love of literature and poetry in particular.

Kevin read history and politics at University College Swansea and graduated with a BA (joint hons) and a MA in political theory.

In 1994 Kevin moved to London where he now lives and works. He is lucky to live close to an historic park in the Upper Norwood/Crystal Palace area (a suburb of greater London). Upper Norwood derives it’s name from the Great North Wood and is one of the greenest parts of greater London.

Kevin uses a standard Windows computer equipped with software called Job Access with Speech or JAWS, which converts text into speech and braille enabling him to compose my poetry and perform other tasks on his computer.

You will find some of Kevin’s poetry on his lovely blog here:

My review of Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

You can read my review of Lost in the labyrinth of my mind here:

73 thoughts on “The Selected Poems of K Morris

    1. Thanks, Nora. Yes the swing of the pendulum on a traditional clock always reminds me of Father Time chopping up seconds, which will never return. Likewise, (as I mention in my guest post), battery driven clocks run down, as do we humans in the end. Best wishes, Kevin

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    1. Thank you, Elizabeth. I follow several blind poets and authors and find they do have a wonderful depth to their writing. I struggled with my eye sight which was very poor for years and I think I have a very good sense of hearing as a result. I had a eye operation 15 years ago which helped me tremendously but my son, Michael, has inherited my very poor eye sight.

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    1. I am pleased you found my poem charming, Miriam. I guess that my screen reading technology is amazing, however, having used it for so many years now I hardly think about JAWS. I think that it is, perhaps like a person driving a car and taking for granted that the engine will function. Kevin

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      1. I agree with you, Kevin. There are many things in life became autopilot and we taken it for granted until they are not available.

        I came back from a short cruise. I didn’t pay extra for WIFI, without internet, I felt trapped. Best wishes for your endeavor. Miriam

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