In the hush before daylight kisses everything, the setting moon and a lone flyer share the sky’s peaceful journey.



This morning’s moon lingered above Geelong’s blue sky — a quiet witness to words exchanged between kindred writers. Today’s poem gathers those fragments, reshaped from comments left on their pages, into one flowing verse before the morning moon sets.
In stanza order, they are:
Stanza #1, David >> Enemies, or: A rengay – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱
Stanza #2, Sara >> mountain rising | purplepeninportland
Stanza #3, David >> One leg stand , or: A rengay – The Skeptic’s Kaddish
Stanza #4, Kelley >> Listening to Johnny Cash – Piano Girl
Before the Morning Moon Sets
Beware
– of crossing gravel paths.
They say
– ants wearing army boots
Are on the move,
– crushing breadcrumbs
– and breaking straws.
Micro power —
– the mighty insects have their own claws and laws.
– and know how to gnaw and undermine desert wars
Blackness hears our lies.
Mountains pierce the sky.
Sunlight kisses our eyes.
The seam becomes a stream.
The stream trickles into the river.
All rivers journey to the sea,
where all hearts rest peacefully.
Memories do not fade;
they are sparkling pieces of jade.
Let the music widen the horizon a little further, where light, peace, and memory become the quiet journey beyond the world’s grandeur.
Ivor Steven © May 2026

i love the inbetween and the memories never fade
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Thank you so much, Beth 📖
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This is wonderful, dear friend! 🐜🐜🐜
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Thank you, and these anecdotal poems, are both fascinating and relaxing for me to create my dear friend 🥰📖🌏🤗
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They have the same wondrous effect on the reader! 🥰
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You’re too kind my friend 📖🥰
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Oh beautiful photos of the moon Ivor. Love the poem too.
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Thank you very much, Sadje … I’ve been lucky with my photos lately
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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so lovely Ivor 💜💜
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Thank you kindly, Carol 🌖🥰💙
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Everything leaves that mark, nothing is, forgotten…
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A powerful and beautiful poem, Ivor! Especially love the seam to the sea…and the memories like sparkling jade! 🙂
I so enjoy the creative brilliant way you weave together your thoughts/comments into a poem. 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you for your very kind words. And I love creating these pieces from my collection of “Anecdotes”, Carolyn (((HUGS))) … 📃📘💙🥰🌏
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A self-authored Cento- perfection.
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I had to look up “Cento poem”, maybe that’s a good description of anecdotal poems, a “self authored Cento” ,…
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