Recently Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com/] introduced me to a new poem format Musette, and today I am presenting my first attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette”
three verses
first line – 2 syllables
second line – 4 syllables
third line – 2 syllables
rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e
title reflects poems content
A Steep Slide (a Musette)
I creep
Down the steep slide
I weep
Betrayed
I hide and shake
Afraid
I crawl
Away from shame
And bawl
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
At my ‘Dome Poetry Group’ (here in Geelong) the prompt is to write a poem (any form) inspired by a phrase on the last page of a book. (Reveal the source.) I chose “Another Yellow Door” by C Flaherty Brown, and below is the last phrase in her book, followed by my ‘Fictional Poem’, Miles From Home.
Miles From Home
Today
I went left, instead of right
No matter what direction
Or decision I choose
At the end of day
There will be night
My time to rest
And remain out of sight
Tomorrow
I shall take the backroads
Miles away from my troubled life
Miles and miles
Beyond those evil eyes of strife
Tonight
I will sleep under the stars
With my loyal companion
Now
He gives me that inquisitive stare
“Don’t look at me like that
I know mate, I know
I should never have left the wife”
Ivor Steven © September 2022
My Faerie writing book and the words I was penciling today
Salvation Sunday (a Birthday poem for Kylie)
A lazy Sunday afternoon
We are both resting
Frankie is napping/snoring
As usual he lets me share the bed
I am penciling these words
Into my Faerie writing book
A well used birthday gift
From my adorable niece Kerri
She lives in Philadelphia
Here I am in Geelong
We are worlds apart
But joined at the heart
We were chatting earlier
The time difference still confuses me
Yesterday was her niece’s birthday
Kylie is now fourteen
Wow, time flies, she was only ten
When I last saw her
Happy birthday dear Kylie
I miss your gorgeous smile
Hey! I miss all you guys
Cheers from uncle Ivor
Hugs and kisses to everyone
Over there in Philadelphia
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
I think it was before Easter the last time I had Frankie groomed, and today he was definitely overdue for a haircut. He was well behaved and a thorough gentleman throughout …
Frankies Spring Haircut
At first he wasn’t sure, but he was soon back to majestic self
Frankie sitting in the park and roaming in the park
Frankie waiting at the front door and Frankie goes to bed
Yes Frankie … It’s a tough life being a Doggie!!
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
At Weekly, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: TREES. Please go over and visit their fabulous by clicking on >> Here. My poem is not directly about trees, but I believe that in one way or another, life here on earth is connected to our “Trees”
Featured Photo: by Derrick Knight, and a sincere thank you to Derrick for permitting me to use his fabulous image here in collaboration with my poem. This is now our “41st” collaborative article, and our joint book “Perceptions” is now in the hands of my editor/publisher (Judy, from Jaymah Press), and hopefully, the book will be in print before Christmas. >> https://derrickjknight.com/
Horse Before the Cart
Bitumen road
Horse and cart
Centuries apart
Unopened loads
Dreams of tomorrow
Library books unborrowed
Ancient ode
Horse before the cart
Centuries before the Ark
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
A haiku I wrote while I was visiting my cousins and their families in Philadelphia back in May 2019 … For me, “a dream of the heart that came true”
Field of Dreams (a Haiku)
Life is sweet and smooth
Eating strawberries and cream
Full of tasty dreams
Ivor Steven (c) 15th May 2019
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Hearing Is Out of Sight”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/hearing-is-out-of-sight/
Hearing Is Out of Sight
Do you peer through the blinds?
Did you peek and wonder?
About the empty street outside
Why is every morning like Sunday?
A solemn quietness amplified
Do you listen to the bells chime?
Did you hear your silent number?
Ring from the phone-box outside
Is the world in a slumber?
Waiting, forlornly mystified
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
A poem from a previous bad back month, in December 2019, seems to be appropriate
as I head into the second month of frustrating inactivity … Sorry, readers and followers for my continuing blogging absense …
Dreamless
Tap, tap, feel the back pain again
The drizzling pulse of dreamless rain
Falling on a hard pillow, wet and stained
The misty clouds of sleepless brain
Rivers of visions, once crystal clear
Now flooded fields of dreamless fears
Cascading mirrors, once reflective and sheer
Now broken pools of dreamless tears
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
Featured Photo: by Derrick Knight, and a sincere thank you to Derrick for permitting me to use his fabulous image here in collaboration with my poem. This is now our “40th” collaborative article, and our joint book “Perceptions” is now in the hands of my editor/publisher (Judy, from Jaymah Press), and hopefully, the book will be in print before Christmas
Standing On Unstable Ground
Do not make me laugh
The pain would cut me in half
Instead
Pass me yesterday’s leftover chaff
Alas
I cannot leave you an autograph
I am a wounded grey donkey
Standing on unstable ground
Feeling disabled and lonely
And my inner damage is yet to be found
Ivor Steven © August 2022
Thank you to Ryan Stone for being the source of my inspiration behind the words in this Haiku. Visit Ryan’s fabulous site via this link >> https://daysofstone.wordpress.com
Our Weeping Forest (a Haiku)
Who is listening?
Within the weeping forest
On the edge of time
Ivor Steven © August 2022
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