Feature Image Above: A watercolour painting by Carole Steven.
Dust and Rain
Life eventually returns to dust
Think me morbid if you must
Funerals do that to me
Eulogies sting me like a bee
That gentle bite numbed my mind
To that sea of blurry faces, sincere and kind
My selfless tears did drown
In memories of pain
Of her being lowered down
On that day when I could not stop the rain
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Here is my poem “Scars Revived” that I posted earlier on ‘Throwback Friday’ at “Go Dog Go Cafe”…
Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote during my three months of hospitalisation, between November 2018 and February 2019, and now three years later, my then abstract words are still readable.
Days were dimly full of mace
I was a seedy old scar-face
With a shredded dark heart
In need of a surgeon’s restart
My innards were slashed and torn
Stuffed with yesterdays corn
My brains were in a rotted pumpkin-head
Emptied, throw out into the shed
Ankles shattered, with crinkled toes
I looked like a weathered scarecrow
Sirens screeched and screamed
My angels golden chariot beamed
Nurses in white, doctors in blue
They all came to my rescue
Sewed my broken heart together
My rubber soul became light as a feather
Inspired dreams were renewed
A familiar smile re-screwed
My body’s bindings restrengthened
Life revived and internally lengthened
Ivor Steven (c) December 2018
G’day, and…
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My Gallery (a Haiku)
Her craft-work shines on
Overseeing our dream times
In my world of rhyme
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Please Note: The Idyll winery estate, located in the picturesque Moorabool Valley area, is only 15 km from my front door, and are well renowned for their award winner Cabernet Sauvignon blends … 2021 – New York International Wine Competition – Idyll Victoria Cabernet Sauvignon – Gold
Waiting In Line
lazing in a valley of vines
under the summer sunshine
with a bottle of Idyll wine
drank in no time
dandy and sublime
heeds no rhyme
beyond an imaginary climb
along the river of time
that awaits a final line
after life’s closing pantomime
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
fatigued is chorused by hidden mockingbirds
lethargy creeps and crawls over obscure words
tiredness melts blue lines into blurry thirds
weariness distorts shadowy black thoughts
And exhaustion eventually sinks a listing Argonaut
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello readers and followers, you most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
Bruce Ross
In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
– Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross
[Concerning Haibun] …in Japan, haibun is commonly associated with personal diaries and travel journals. American versions of haibun began in the late 1950s with travel diaries by the poet Gary Snyder and fiction by the novelist Jack Kerouac. There has also been much experimentation with haibun, including…
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Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumband confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..
Featured Image Above: My photo of a piece of street-art in Geelong
One More Spoonful
I was reading my never ending story
about crossing the rivers of time
and climbing a mountain of dreams
then along the crest of a misty waterfall
a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn
as a shimmering glimmer of hope
and above my unreachable horizon
there was a shining
tempting me to turn around
and resume paddling upstream
to where I could savour
a spoonful of life’s cream
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Photos: Please note, that all the “Snail” images here on this post, were taken by Derrick Knight, who at my request, kindly delved through his many years of Archives, especially for this article and I am sincerely grateful for his generosity and diligence.
Winter Snails (a Haiku)
Autumn leaves did fall
A winter sun warms our souls
Snails renew their trail
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
I am ageing and slowiing down, but I am still writing a poem everyday, and “There Is More”
Yesterday I posted a poem on my website called “Is There More”, and ironically here today I am presenting a poem called “There’s More”, which I wrote on November 2nd 2018
There’s More
It’s eleven seventeen
I’m not nineteen
Anymore
Old warriors are bold
I’ll not be told
Anymore
Enjoyed an evening out
I’m not losing face
Anymore
Tired eyes are closing
I’m not going fishing
Anymore
Hands of time have been
I’ll not be unseen
Anymore
My feet are willing to travel
I’m not covered in gravel
There’s more
Ivor Steven (c) May 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as…
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