Moon adrift in cloud.
Pigeon in full flight.
A weary poet somewhere between the two.


Half Moon, Half Asleep, Half Awake
This morning I am sluggishly half asleep.
The chunky, cloudy sky’s
delaying my half-open eyes
from having a closer peep.
Today I am drowsy and half awake
The heavy, humid atmosphere’s
preventing the release
of my other half’s quiet airbrakes.
Outside, among the surreal world’s
shrouds, I nonchalantly await
for my animated cosmetic twirls
to create an awakening earthquake.
No expectations, just a half moon, a passing pigeon. The poem arrived slowly. So did the afternoon. So did this song.
Ivor Steven Β© October 2026

Some days the air is thick and itβs hard to feel energized.
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Yes, it was one of those days, Robbie
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in the great in-between
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Yes, in-between half full and half empty
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Those wings look like fingers reaching upwards!
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Thank you, Sue β¦ another one of my lucky photos π₯°π
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I’m often a slow waker-upper too …
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Haha, I was slower than slow, Claudia
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I feel the same today
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Don’t worry, tomorrow will be betterer …
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Thank Ivor
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I find this to be a stirs-my-senses poem…been there, experienced that…’tis so relatable. The humid air can feel suffocating.
Fabulous photos! Great song selection. π (((HUGS))) β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Oh, I’m still tired, but thank you your kind and understanding words, Carolyn (((HUGS))) π₯°πππΆπππ
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A fine combination of pictures and poem. I’ve just got the coffee on
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