Month: September 2019

Sleeping At Last

Hello dear readers, I’ve been entranced by this song by ‘Sleeping At Last’, called ‘Saturn. The lyrics are purely superb, and they have been loudly resonating within my heart over the last few days, and I adore how the words capture the essence of life and “Existence”. Hopefully you’ll enjoy the music and lyrics as much as I do…. Cheers.

Featured Image, above: Saturn Wallpapers – wallpaper cave.com

“Saturn”, Lyrics by: Sleeping At Last

You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.I couldn’t help but ask
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.I couldn’t help but ask
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.

With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite
How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

Some Time Now (Revised)

Anniversaries, they come, and they go

Some time now, since that final May snow

Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass

Some time now, I reminisce the last

Anniversaries, none ever forgotten

Some time now, since your everlasting smile was taken

Anniversaries flowed over coral, of every color

Some time now, since your last wave of valor

Anniversaries, when love grew stronger

Some time now, since the years became longer

Anniversaries, across, love, suffering and pain

Some time now, since our river flooded with rain

Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf

Forever enshrined, in our promises of belief

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

September Footprint : Response to Spice by Ivor Steven

Thank you to, Fae Corps Publishing and ‘pattimouse’, for posting this poem of mine…. I wrote the words this morning, into between these annual teardrops of mine…… Don’t worry I’m coping ok, smiling at my excessive tear ducts, and the piles of tissues scattered around my writers haven….. Maybe I’ll attach a song …..My favourite tune, for this, “our” week of dreams………

Once Upon A Time

Our evening cloudy sky

Is glowing your colour red

The night’s ground is trembling

I hear an unearthly gale blowing

From where the half moon is howling

And I see your star is shaking

No, my dearest

I’ve not forgotten

You’re rattling my windows

Earlier than normal

Then that’s definitely you

Always ready and on time

I’ve yet to pick new flowers

For your pure white vase

Yes, forever watching over you

These years have flown

But today, feels like our tomorrow

My memory tears

Are all for you

And they’re singing our song

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

The Sky Above

Life’s frustrations

Times of waiting

Patiently, no! … now impatiently!

 

Life’s constant replays

Times of delays

Put off for another day, no! ….. what!

 

Life’s continuous challenges

Times of trudging uphill

Sharp inclines, no! … steep cliffs!

 

Life’s cloudy sky’s

Times of fogginess

Peering through the haze, no! … thick smog!

 

Life’s deep waters

Times of flooding

Crying raindrops, no! … cascading rivers of tears!

 

Life’s secret moons

Times of dreams

Searching for an angel, wings broken, no! … crushed!

 

Life’s days of sunshine

Times of light

Blinding rays, soul’s on fire, no! … ablaze!

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

Sometime Around Midnight

This Weeks Word Challenge is: Reading, and here is my poem response….

Sometime Around Midnight

I was reading a book on the screen

The letters were clear, what did they mean

To be seen, without the story’s pages being turned

No leaf after leaf, of paper concerns

Then I went to bed, to read my new paperback

My mind preferred the real white and black

Eventually, tired eyes began to go down

Losing sight of the last blurry noun

I used my personal bookmark, between exact pages

That handwritten card, from my favourite sage

Then I heard a quiet clonk of my book closing

And drifting into sleep, I smell that aroma of new printing

Ivor Steven (c) September 2019

My Word Vault

I was at my local library yesterday, and it occurred to me, that I’ve been visiting the same quaint little library for over fifty five years…. !! And from those thoughts and many memories, I wrote this Haiku.

Haiku:  My Word Vault 

 

All my soulful words

Lay within your open vaults

Where my dreams began

 

Above Photos: My little Geelong West Library          The spectacular Geelong City Library

 

Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019