Do You See What I See?
Today I spotted Theo’s first ripe cherry tomatoe.
Do you remember when Theo was an out-of-season seedling, back at the start of winter, in early June >>
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Ivor Steven © February 2026
Where the cloud‑horizon meets the fading sun, twilight balances its colours on the edge of evening
Above and Beyond the Horizon
Here, beneath the twilight zone’s archway,
I see a phenomenal golden causeway.
There, above the horizon’s sentinal treeline
and below the cloudbank’s grigio plateau –
like another parallel pseudo-horizon –
mysteriously, the yellow band of light
momentarily emerges,
despite the fading sun folding into night.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Frankie enjoys being groomed.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Featured Image Above: Was created by Copilot and me.
A Blackbird’s Night
Not everything said
understands the light
within our heads.
On a Wolf Moon night,
what I write,
in black and white,
is not always right –
slumber darkens my sight.
I am no white knight,
nor a feathery kite.
And despite
my comfy campsite,
the world’s warring blight
incites me to always fight
for what is right
in black and white.
Footnote: I’m pleased to report that last week’s plumbing job was completed today. Even though I was tired and it was nearly dark, we still managed to go for our walkie …
Ivor Steven © January 2026
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me. Where light breaks through, and wings find their path.
The Earth and the Sky
“Good morning, Earth,”
Said the solar sky
To my little piece of the universe,
Where I see our illustrious Sun
Illuminating the waning Half-moon.
And there, below the umbrella of cosmic light,
the birds are embracing their empyrean life.
A moment that stunned me into stillness — sky, bird, and song all speaking the same truth.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Feature Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.
“Time doesn’t tick—it unlocks. Not with rhythm, but with riddles.”
And thank you to Beth( https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/) whose comment on my post, “Time, My Muse,” inspired me to create this poem.
“love it! time makes its own rules for sure”
Time Doesn’t Go Tick-Tock
Time is neither tick nor tock;
Time cannot be deadlocked.
It takes no notice of the weather sock.
Time never throws rocks
At either the Eastern Bloc
Or the future’s aftershocks.
A glimpse into the strange places time wanders when it looks back.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Feature Image Above: was created by Copilot and me. The trials and tribulations of the aging process — where questions deepen, and the hills keep rising.
After flooding my kitchen last night (again), I found myself wondering where simple mistakes end, and something more unsettling begins. This poem grew out of that quiet, uneasy space — the place where aging, memory, and meaning start to blur at the edges.
What’s the Difference
What’s the gap
Between insanity and humanity
Is there a difference
Between oblivion and infinity
What’s the gap
Between failure and fruition
Is there a difference
Between carelessness and forgetfulness
What’s the gap
Between here and there
Is there a difference
Between thoughtlessness and memory loss
What’s the gap
Between now and then
Is there a difference
Between Alzheimer’s and Dementia
Some days, the questions echo louder than the answers.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.
With two sharp‑eyed magpies and a pale daytime moon looking on, this little poem takes flight as a whimsical protest — a light‑feathered reminder that even the quiet watchers on the fence have something to say about the state of our cluttered world.
Who’s Watching Whom
I’m perched on the fence,
wondering about the world’s
lack of common sense,
and I ask the moon,
“Is there no end to this gloom?”
“Do not worry, my feathered friend –
this is not the end.”
“Soon there will be enough elbowroom
for everyone’s nom de plume
in the planet’s master bedroom,
after Mother Nature has donned
her cleaning costume,
and swept all of the needless showrooms,
backrooms, ballrooms, and boardrooms.”
“And the people should all help groom
their own untidy playrooms
with those unused yardbrooms.”
And here’s a song that hums along with the magpies’ quiet protest…
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in August 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Tanka section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
I’ve done lots of meandering today, and now I need to have a doggie nap
My Mind Meanders (a Tanka)
On our morning trail
Where beginnings never end
Imagination
Meanders around each bend
Conscious of nature’s haven
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Tullawalla:
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OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
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“The day’s first glow beckons me to pause, to notice, and to appreciate everything that unfolds.”
Today’s WordPress Prompt
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
Kissed by Daylight (a Haiku)
Out of the darkness
The sun’s glow caresses my eyes
Daylight kisses my world
Ivor Steven © February 2026
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