Category: Life & Nature

This week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine features my new poem, “A Fistful of Sand.”

Featured Image Above: In the last light of day, even a weakened sun can show how much of our shared humanity has slipped away.



Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem, “A Fistful of Sand,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below.
>> A Fistful of Sand – Coffee House Writers






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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)




Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)




Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


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 ©  March 2026

My Sunflower (a Tanka)

Bathed in soft morning light, this bright sunflower greeted me today — lifting my spirits and reminding me how instinctively nature leans toward renewal.





My Sunflower (aTanka)

Good morning sunshine
Your yellow blush warms my heart
And restores my faith
In humanity’s instinct
To revive our tired planet







Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

Beyond the Golden Eye

Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.
“A circling flock of Corellas rises beyond the golden eye — twilight’s quiet lantern.”

Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s time for the One Day Prompt. To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here
I’ve used a bit of ‘poetic license,’ and only got as far as “One” without the “Day.”




Beyond the Golden Eye

Tonight’s fluorescent twilight sky
is strikingly dominated by
one enchanting golden eye.

The illustrious iris silhouettes
The horizon’s sleepy statuettes,

and a circling flock of Corellas
looks like an inverted umbrella,
full of luminous candelas.









Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

The Desert’s Killing Fields (a Tanka)

The pigeon’s sudden lift feels like a warning — a fragile life rising above a landscape shaped by pipes, oil, and the killing fields we still feed.


The Desert’s Killing Fields (a Tanka)

The old pigeon flees
From what we cannot perceive
Beneath the earth’s trees
Miles of pipes, full of black gold
The killing fields we still feed






Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

The World’s Spiritual Watchtower





The World’s Spiritual Watchtower


I’m fused to this planet,
and my synthetic walking shoes
are wearing thin on the granite.

I’m confused and sadly bemused
by humanity’s wayward news.

I gaze up at our radiant sun
and wonder about the solar power
that goes unused by the tonne.

I see birds cruising on the wind
angling their wings
toward the sun’s golden rind,
as if spellbound
by the mystical rising.

A glowing, cosmic sunflower
quietly expanding outwards
and shining upwards
to become the world’s
spiritual watchtower





A watchtower of sound to meet the poem’s rising light





Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

The Sky’s Pearls

A lone bird soars above the morning mist — echoing the clarity of my hilltop poem and the emotional lift of “Letters From The Sky.


Pearls from the sky, my courtyard flowers …

A sky scattered with quiet treasures, waiting for the morning to find them




The Sky’s Pearls



Life is uncomplicated
On my elevated hilltop;
Here, the air I breathe is untainted.

My courtyard’s world
Grows high above the town,
Yet I never look down
Nor frown on the town’s ground.

Instead, I gaze up at the sky’s pearls,
Where starry swirls and twirls,
Majestically unfurl.








Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

From Beyond Nowhere

A lucky snapshot: a bird crossing an invisible line between sun and sky, caught in the quiet shimmer of possibility.


From Beyond Nowhere


Below the invisible line,
Between the sun and time,
It is impossible to know
That what we perceive
Are the stars’ definitive stare,
Or, whether the outer glow
Is the universe’s cosmic snow
From beyond nowhere.







Ivor Steven ©  March 2026


Freedom Without Gasoline

Featured Image Above: Where the sky opens, freedom rises first





Freedom Without Gasoline

Yes, I must go
Beyond the world’s mist and snow

Flying above the trees
Is nature’s gift to me

Removed from the maddening crowd
Here, freedom is proud, unbowed

And the air is almost clean
Except for the smell of gasoline




A song for the quiet courage of taking flight





Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

To Catch the Wind (a Tanka)

This Tanka was inspired by a moment of stillness and lift — a bird rising into the blue, catching the wind as if it knew exactly where it needed to go. It’s a small meditation on movement, uncertainty, and the quiet hope that carries us toward calmer places.





To Catch the Wind (a Tanka)

Let me catch the wind,
blowing toward the unknown,
where silver seeds grow
beyond the world’s toxic snow,
into peaceful olive trees.






Ivor Steven ©  March 2026