“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else” … Emily Dickinson
Rising moonlight hears the sound of the setting sunlight
The Sound of Time (a Tanka)
I am thinking why
“Is time, such a patient guy?”
I’m always writing
Anything that comes to mind
“Does time hear the sound of light?”
The Last Encore
I am standing on the diminishing foreshore
Staring at that missing ground floor
“Like there was a door”
Between here and the last encore
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
A Haiku that was inspired by Cassa’s (Flicker of Thoughts) fascinating article “Graffiti Rocks” >> https://flickerofthoughts.com/2024/01/12/griffiti-rocks/
Please Note: all photos in today’s post were taken by Cassa and she kindly gave me permission to reproduce them here on my poetry site
A Bluestone Breakwater (a Haiku)
Tablets of bluestone
Enshrouded by chalk and bone
No iPhones in sight
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
A Star Called Home
I am high flying
On the back of Phillip
My mystical fairy Penguin
I am the co-pilot
As we zoom over the halfway marker
That line in the sand
Now, there is no turning back
We are a dynamic duo
Wholeheartedly committed
To fulfill our dreams
Ungainly we may be
As we skim above the deepest sea
Toward the blue horizon
Chasing the cosmic sky
Looking for a star called home
“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there’s no conflict, there are no stories worth telling – or reading!” … Veronica Roth
Ivor’s Utopia
A world made of sunflower seeds
And musical water reeds
A world without greed
No wars and plenty of feed
Where people don’t have to bleed
For being judged an alienated breed
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is a hidden gem from March 2018, and as is my way, I have made some changes, all for the better I hope …
Morning Starshine (Revised)
asleep, out of view
dawn blazes through
blinds me from above
piercing my dreams of love
uncovering memory heartbeats
exposed to the future’s one-way streets
letters sprinkle over my pillow
etching words upon yesterday’s halo
“reflective pages and blotches
wooden posts and hollow notches
under cracked foundation blocks
narrow jargon and hidden plots
inside poems of mine
glazed with her starshine“
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Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge is the word: Weather . You may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here
My poem, although not about the ‘weather’, the ‘Sun and snow’ do get a mentioned …
One Go!
All easier said than done
That is what I said to mum
But now I know
Between our days
Under the sun
And that final day
Buried in snow
We only get one go
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Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
“The Colour Pink symbolizes love, nurture, and compassion”
A Pink Crescent Moon
Up there
In the rose
Coloured
Evening sky
The Crescent moon
Donned
A pink bandanna
Tonight
The scarf’s message
Caught my eye
Like a neon sign
“I am the Sun’s
dream-time light
transmitting
love and compassion
to all who praise
pink tonight”
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Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Featured Image Above: A small section of “Street Art”, and what I saw in the centre of the original larger photo of artwork, below
“And in the end” I wondered what was the artist’s underlying message, and in my imagination, this poem, is my abstract interpretation
An Ending Before the End, or Beyond the Oasis
An unsinkable planet
Ran aground in a desert
Did you see the end coming?
Maybe I have reached the end
Here
At the end of my quill
My blue ink well is dry
And dead cobwebs
Fill my window sill
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Featured Image Above: Frankie gives me that sad brown eyed doggie stare as I walk out the front door to go to the Book Fair at 7.30 this morning.
Setting our table displays up at 8.30 am … I’m ready for the 9.00 am start
After Midday
I’m not walking barefoot anymore
My old paws are too tender and sore
After attending the local bookstore
And there is no need to keep score
While time allows me to use the front door
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Over at Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is the word: Key. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here
I Found the Key in Shanghai
Will this be the key?
To my writer’s beehive
I am excited
Expectations are high
I am nervous
An unknown poetry guy
I am fully prepared
The tummy is full of humble pie
I am almost ready
Do I wear a black tie?
Or jeans, and a Leonard Cohen T-shirt
That I found in Shanghai
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
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