I Am Not Here Nor There

Today’s poem is one of my verses made up of Anecdote fragments, reshaped from comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles over the last couple of months.
In stanza order, they are:
Mark – THE AGE – Havoc and Consequence
David – W3 Prompt #224: Wea’ve Written Weekly – The Skeptic’s Kaddish
Bree – Ribbon – Secret Thoughts Within
Nancy – Untold Story: A Quatrain – The Elephant’s Trunk
Nancy – Tell Me, Wind – The Elephant’s Trunk

I Am Not Here Nor There

When I was young and still alive
It was the Age of Aquarius,
there were no artificial hard drives
and worshiping the sun wasn’t temerarious

I am not aware
that the age is now, here nor there
I cannot find the fare
I’ve no one to tell me where

Loose bows and ribbons
Empty gloves and mittens
And youthfully smitten

Twilight time, the spring bugs are buzzing
As I sit under the verandah light
And gaze at my courtyard’s little garden
Frankie’s lying on the back door mat
I reach down and give him a pat
He gives me that quizzical doggie look,
And I reassuringly say to him
“Yep, it’s time to plant the sunflower seeds.”

The heavy lazy wind sighs and howls
then gently awakens the wise old owls
while blowing open the books of souls.

From a collection of thoughts, this “Ageless” classic tune seemed a fitting companion for today’s journey.

Ivor Steven © November 2026