Rumbles from above
My soul hears the mountains call
The heart slows and falls
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Rumbles from above
My soul hears the mountains call
The heart slows and falls
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Feature Image Above: Longstitch Craftwork by Carole Steven.
Dreaming in a Dream (a Tanka)
You were in my dream
I was dreaming in a dream
Sailing a calm sea
Floating on a warm current
Adrift in your universe
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Hello readers and followers, you most welcome to participate in our new format from “Go Dog Go Cafe”, which is being organised by Donna Matthews, an interesting format of writing a “Haibun”, so read all about how to write a Haibun, and you are all welcome to join us at Go Dog Go Cafe, and post your articles here on “Haibun Wednesdays” …by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
Bruce Ross
In his old age Basho, who may be credited with establishing the haiku form, undertook a long journey to the remote regions of northern Japan, fully expecting to die before completing it. He did complete the journey, and his record of it has become a classic of world literature and an example, in the broadest sense, of haibun, autobiographical poetic prose accompanied by haiku.
– Journey to the Interior, American Versions of Haibun, Edited by Bruce Ross
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I have memorized pain
I feel caressed by the rain
Soothing my daily pain
Let it rain
I am over being a champion
Floating on a cloudy high
I breathe in and sigh
Be at peace I decry
Stop doubting how and why
We are one world
Under the one sky
Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” Zoom meeting on Sunday morning, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
A Hard Floor
Storms rush in, then go
High seas and undertows
My chaotic fears on show
Before the final covering snow
I will sit and hibernate
Here on a hard floor
While wintry months
Await the thaw
Only to find the exit door
Opens onto another hard floor
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
Logically, I Am Here
Nonsense and logic
What is the difference?
In our world today
A forest breeze
Caresses my senses
Like flowering gum-trees
Free up my defenses
I love nonsense
Is it my best sense?
My most creative sense
Is it my good mood sense?
Free of commonsense
And government expense
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Are we ever going to change?
Our attitudes
Are we ever going to open our eyes?
To the faded colour of our sky
Are we clever enough to hear?
The distress of nature’s sounds
Are we brave enough to declare?
The truth within our hearts
When will it be safe enough to feel?
Stardust between our toes
Have we a strong enough backbone?
To unload all the foolish gold
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Over at Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Throwback Friday segment, I posted a poem from February 2018, called “Flowers For A Honey-bee”
I originally wrote this poem in February 2018

Flowers For A Honey-bee
Sagging like a half-broken branch
On a newly planted olive tree
In need of gentle husbandry
A new growth, a strong bud
To eventually replace thee
A younger twig for all to see
Alas, lack of nurturing stifled glee
And no fresh flowers for a honey-bee
Ivor Steven (c) February 2018
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 4 years, and writing poems for 20 years…
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Featured Image: by wallpapers: Chameleon Wallpapers
Chameleon
I am slippery like an eel
I slide among the field
My mood changes with the breeze
I can be cold as ice in a freeze
Or I can be warm as toast
Sunbathing on a tropical coast
I can be a chameleon in the trees
Not easy to see, but ready to please
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022