Category: Dreams

A Hard Floor

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
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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

Pure White Gold

On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..


Pure White Gold




we all have our worth

here on mother earth




the apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right?

to have that unadulterated bite

knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight


it is a crying shame

that our dreams are not all the same

who is to blame

for this loveless game


please give us some hope

so we may live to cope






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Count To Three

me and my shadow

are searching for tomorrow

despite decades of sorrow

there is no time left to borrow


I hope there is someone to take care of me

set my spirit free

among nature’s ancient trustees

maybe they will let my soul flow into the sea


but please stop, and count to three

before all your axes fell all our trees







Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Waiting In Line

Please Note: The Idyll winery estate, located in the picturesque Moorabool Valley area, is only 15 km from my front door, and are well renowned for their award winner Cabernet Sauvignon blends … 2021 – New York International Wine Competition – Idyll Victoria Cabernet Sauvignon – Gold






Waiting In Line




lazing in a valley of vines

under the summer sunshine

with a bottle of Idyll wine 

drank in no time 

dandy and sublime 

heeds no rhyme

beyond an imaginary climb

along the river of time

that awaits a final line

after life’s closing pantomime






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022