Do you feel her shame,
viewing my pain.
Left out again,
in the cold rain.
Do you sense my strain,
watching me drain.
More of the same,
in the cold rain.
Do you see her cry,
in her celestial sky.
Left out to dry,
in the cold she did die.
Do you feel her tears again,
sharing the blame.
I hold her shame,
in the cold rain.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
My darkest past
lives within
my brightest cast,
life’s new day is my win.
I’m back to reality
a speck in the crowd,
writing about my journey,
dreaming aloud.
Dreamtime
is the best time.
Giving my heart away
an endless risk
enduring my every day,
an everlasting kiss
caresses my stay,
do you feel my bliss.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m reclining on poolside deck
reading Brendan Ryan’s book*
observing fellow passengers
strolling past, some bustle along,
others meander by,
gazing around and carefree
relaxed, soaking in tropical sunshine
they all smile and say Hi
Penelope and her mother Dianne
stop for a chat
we agree, a nice place to sit
meet friends made on this ship.
We’re in port, at Lifou Island
Tenders take us ashore
I’ve Robert Okaji’s book** in hand
to read while laying on pure white sand,
another glorious day on the beach
the air is warm and humid
a pleasant cool breeze
wisps across my brow
*, **, Book covers below.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Meet Donna, the gorgeous waitress who seems to know my drinking 🍻 habits already, and she makes sure that my fluid intake is maintained for this warm weather. 
Ivor meets Diana and her friends, and more poems are recited. Below some words from Leonard Cohen’s poem “All My News” from his book “Book Of Longing” 3. “Do not decode These cries of mine They are the road and not the sign Nor deconstruct my drugless high I’m sober but I like to fly Then quickened with my open talk You need not pick the ancient lock” His words seemed wonderfully appropriate as my holiday continues to blossom. 😊
My 6.30am walk around the deck. Breathing the purity of the sea air. I’m completely in awe of mother nature’s vast blue carpet and sparkling white caps, and an endless horizon that encircles our voyage. Ivor being Ivor, I’ve met and chatted to lots of happy fellow passengers, and I’ve been reciting my poems to any willing to listen to my words. “there’s Ivor our Poet friend”.
Sunday morning 1st April
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