Invisible Why and When

At the moment I am reading Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass and Selected Poems and Prose’ that I borrowed from the Geelong Library, and after reading only 60 pages, I am aready amazed enough to go ahead and purchase a copy for my bookshelf, and his writings motivated me to write the below poem today…




Invisible Why and When


In the midst of my life

I am still using her carving knife

Between here and there

I am still climbing through the air


Between blank lines and my velvet pen

I am still writing about invisible why and when

Between whom I hear and what I see

I am still searching for the olive tree


Between her star and the dark side of the moon

I can still reach the man with a silver spoon

Between her broken mirror and my empty glass

I can still feel the universe in a blade of grass





Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Dumping Our Sumps

My Belmont Page Creative Writing Group is held on Thursday’s, and our ‘Thought Prompter’ sentence for this week is ‘Time to put the garbage out.’ and below is my response that I shall be reading to the group tomorrow

Also, This week’s Wednesday Challenge on “Weekly Prompts” is the word: RUINED MERCHANDISE. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here.



Dumping Our Sumps


Our garbage bin is full to the top

And overflowing with filthy slop


Contaminated dirt is spilling onto the tarmacs

Nuclear waste is seeping through the cracks

Dead batteries melt into poisonous wax

As empty aerosol cans add to our air’s death tax

Plastic bags are filled with grubby plastic packs

Eventually resurfacing as our oceans strangulation traps


Where do we dump our polluted fallout?

When will it be time to put the garbage out?





Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Promote Yourself Monday, April 5, 2021

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Remember Me?


Remember Me?



Yesterday I asked you again

“Did you remember?”

The same request, week after week

“Do you understand?”

How important my books are to me

“Do you actually hear me?”


Tomorrow I shall ask you again

“Did you remember my books?”

The same request, month after month

“Why do you ACT so flippantly?”

Time is dismantling my patience

“Can you stop being nonchalant and ACT responsibly?”


The task is universally acknowledged

“Return what is borrowed”





Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Contrasts


The week that was

Five days of contrast

Excitement on Monday and Tuesday

With live YouTube interviews

Exhileration on Wednesday

With the launch of my book

Profound sadness on Thursday

With the funeral of a close mate

Joy and happiness on Friday

With the seventieth birthday party

Of a long time friend

The cycle of life ’til the end





Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

After the Party


My new book “Tullawalla”, has been released and to order the book, here are the links

Barnes and Noble..  Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com) 

Amazon..  Amazon.com: Tullawalla eBook: Steven, Ivor, Costello, Kerri, Harris, patricia: Books 

www.books2read.com/Tullawalla




After the Party


I’m wallowing here at my desk 

feeling spent and exhausted 

and I hear the day’s echo’s resounding 

as my pulse rate is pounding 

and like a fish out of water I’m floundering 

flipping, thrashing, and blundering


I’m waiting here, beached and pondering 

what is to become of my words that are slumbering 






Ivor Steven (c) April 2021