Throwback Friday, It Was Time To Leave

Cousin Lynn and Robin with Mungo and Kelly

Cousin Maureen and doggies Z-Z and Co-Co

Cousin Penny, and then Dave, Penny, and Ivor

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Here I am on a Jet Plane, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. Therefore today’s Throwback Friday poem is a very appropriate finale piece, to coincide with my amazing adventures in Canada over the past 21 days.

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It Was Time To Leave (Revised)

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It’s time to tidy up my mess
Clean up the room and get dressed
It’s time to pack my suitcase
Fill the travel bag and vacate this place
It’s time to put on my famous rocker shoes
And walk away from this dream come true
It’s time to say heartfelt goodbyes
To these wonderful Canadian guys
It’s time for final hugs and kisses
Sad farewells and best wishes
It’s time for my usual emotional tears
Separate myself from these every day cheers
It’s time to flyaway from a land of berries and fairies
Leave this magical world of faraway families
It’s time to say a million thank you’s
For making my stay a Really Real great do
It’s time for me to travel back home
With glorious memories of this magical Astrodome

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Ivor Steven (c) September 2025

Staring Back At Me (a Tanka)

Feature Image Above: was created by Copilot and me.

Stepping outside, I find the night moon is still following me.





Staring Back At Me (a Tanka)


It’s after midnight
I’m out, beyond the front door
The night is cloudy
But I can still see the moon
There, watching my every move





And the moon kept following me as if the night wasn’t done with me yet




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

“Spirit Bird”

There are moments when a song gathers everyone in the room into one breath. Watching “Spirit Bird” live in Brussels, I felt that pull — a reminder that we’ve walked this path before, laughed and cried before, stood on this same wounded ground before. And still, the spirit rises.


Morning’s silent wings keep tracing the same old stories.




“Spirit Bird”


Yes, we’ve seen it all before
“Give it time, and we wonder why,
do what we can, laugh, and we cry
And we sleep in your dust
because we’ve seen this all before.”
… The finale lyrics from Xavier Rudd’s emotional song “Spirit Bird.”






Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Our Shy Half-moon

A warm autumn sky, a bright afternoon, and a half‑moon trying not to be noticed.





Our Shy Half-moon


In our sunny Autumn sky,
the afternoon’s silvery half-moon
is naturally simple to pinpoint.

Especically
if you study your moon-chart app’
before you dip your eyes
into the dazzling blue yonder.

But beware — do not stare.
Our daytime moon is rather shy
about being exposed
by the sun’s intrusive glare.



A bright little moon‑tune to echo beneath the daylight sky.




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Lest We Forget (a Haiku)

As the sky deepened to red, the day’s meaning settled softly around us.


Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the weekend of the month, which means it’s time for the One-Day Prompt. Here in Australia, it’s that One Day of the year when we commemorate ANZAC Day. To visit the Weekly Prompts site, please click on >> Here



Lest We Forget (a Haiku)

Twilight’s blood red sky
Quietly reminded us
About ANZAC Day








Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Throwback Friday, A Torn Thesaurus

Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2022) is drawn from my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound. It appears in Chapter 5: Observation, Until Eyes Hear Sound.





A Torn Thesaurus

With my fiddle and riddles
Here in the middle
Of this unopened universe
Time spirals in reverse

Quills fly in from cyberspace
As alien words unravel and interlace
A torn thesaurus is my database
I wonder
Have I landed in the right place?








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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Lucky Man: an Evening Surprise (a Tanka)

A quiet moment at dusk, evening settling softly around me, unaware the sky hosted its own surprise to share.





Lucky Man: an Evening Surprise (a Tanka)


There I stood waiting
for the wattlebird to fly
out of his gum tree.
Quickly, I snapped a photo —
surprise … do you see it too?”





Sometimes you’re just lucky enough to be standing in the right place at the right time.




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Through the Widening Crack

“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” … Leonard Cohen


“The sky cracked open for a heartbeat, and the light played its own soft melody.”



Through the Widening Crack



Twilight’s canopy of clouds
eclipses the evening sky
with an embracing violet shroud.

However, the squinting sunlight
was silently trying to wave goodbye
through the widening crack
above the sun’s transient eye.

And there on nature’s colourful curtain,
I saw columns of light
ascend the nebulous mountain;
then I wondered
whether I was witnessing the world’s
grand celestial pipe organ
playing a lullaby to the purple night









Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

I’m Not Here

At our Dome group meeting, Jen — our chairperson — said, “I’m not here next meeting, so we need to choose a theme for next month.” A few of us laughed, and someone replied, “Well, I’m Not Here sounds like a theme in itself.” And just like that, the idea settled over us, light as a wink.

The Geelong Library and Heritage Centre … affectionately known as The Dome.


And for Sadje’s, What do you see # 337- 20 April, 2026, I chose her first prompt image >> What do you see # 337- 20 April, 2026 – Keep it alive

This image shows someone holding three cups and the cups are made in the image of a woman’s face. The expression on the three cups are slightly different from each other.





I’m Not Here

I’m not here — I’m in limbo,
behind a solitary glass window,
there on the north side of the Dome;
it stands out like a fairy’s magical home.

I’m not here, but I am somewhere
high above the Gingko in the fresh air,
where I hear the fairy Godmother’s vacant chair
whisper haunting poetic quotes by Voltaire.

“‎Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget
to sing in the lifeboats.” ~ Voltaire
“The right to free speech is more important
than the content of the speech.” ~ Voltaire
“Many are destined to reason wrongly;
others, not to reason at all; and others,
to persecute those who do reason.” ~ Voltaire

And still, from that quiet window in the Dome,
I’m not here — yet somehow feeling at home.




Somewhere between presence and absence, the music carries what words can’t quite hold.




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

One of the Crowd

After a stretch of nostalgic posts and tender reflections, I found myself drawn back to the calm of the outdoors today. There’s something reassuring about standing under a wide sky, watching a flock move as one — a reminder that even a quiet gatecrasher can find a place to belong.





One of the Crowd



Beneath the drifting clouds,
within the circling flock
who ritually gather
from all around the block,
I enjoy being one of the crowd —
and I’m socially allowed
to be a peaceful gatecrasher.




In the easy company of wings and drifting light, I found my way back to calm.




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026