What a Holi-mess; or, Reality Strikes


This poem grew from seven spontaneous comments I left on fellow bloggers’ posts. Each stanza carries its own spark — playful, whimsical, or contemplative — yet together they weave a journey from comic mishap to quiet reflection. “What a Holi-mess; or, Reality Strikes” is both anecdotal and introspective, a collage of moments stitched into verse.

In Stanza Order, they are:
1 – Gigi >>  First snowfall today…. | Rethinking Life
2 – David >> Hol-i-daze, or: A rengay – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱
3 – David >> Escape route, or: (Patented) – The Skeptic’s Kaddish
4 – Gigi >> The moon… | Rethinking Life
5 – Beth >> ‘and I think my spaceship knows which way to go.’- david bowie | I didn’t have my glasses on….
6 – Art >> https://storiesbizarre.wordpress.com/2025/11/13/attacked-by-cracked-bats-jack
7 – Violet >>  The Bloom and the Bone | Thru Violet’s Lentz


What a Holi-mess; or, Reality Strikes

Oh no,
Not snow,
Oh woe —
My toes,
And nose.

What a holi-mess!
Nimbleness,
Lost the address;
Finesse,
Regressed.
Nothing left to digest —
Time to confess,
And reassess.

And all of the secret escape tunnels
Have become my device’s collection funnels.

Nothing really matters;
None of the moon’s detractors
Can stop my loving captures
Of the moon’s perpetual chapters.

It is hard not to frown,
Inside out or upside down;
But which way around
Should the “King” wear his crown?

Reality strikes —
They were jacksnipes,
Flying in for a swipe
Of my peace pipe.

Time hears no sound,
And in the silence of time,
The echo inside my isolation,
was indeed the sound
Of my own heartbeat.






Ivor Steven (c) November 2025

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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 a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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