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Water and Sand
I am a nomadic island
A minute rock of water and sand
An unstable molecular lotion
In the universe’s vast ocean
I am one unsinkable living gland
At the mercy of nature’s timeless hands
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Here in Geelong we have been experiencing a wintry blast over the last few days, so appropriately I have chosen “Five Shades of Grey” for my Throwback Friday poem. I originally wrote the poem in April 2019
Five Shades of Grey
Daylight turns into night
Ravens scatter in mid-flight
Dark clouds overlay
Five shades of grey
Thor’s hammer roars
His spark of fire, soar
Fiercely, a flaming bolt strikes
Piercing frightened psyches
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
Despite the terribly cold winter weather, my garden’s new additions are all doing well. Both Daniel (the Cushion Bush) and Francis (the Fuchsia) have developed new flower buds, and ‘Theo the Tomato Tree’ has grown some new leaves. The Amperlite shelters I built for them seem to be protecting their tender new growths …
Ivor Steven (c) June 2023
Featured Image by Julius H. from Pixabay (From Eugi’s Prompt Site)
Eugi’s Poem (Prompt)
cascading luminescence
celebrating nature
orchestrated beauty
Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt >> Let one or more words in my poem be your inspiration.
“Nature’s resounding overture about life
Can be recited by a band’s little fife
Or re-enacted by a painter’s spatula knife” … Ivor
Cascading Snowflakes (an Epigram)
With every breath we take
After our weary eyes awake
The existence of daybreak
Appeases our heartaches
As cascading, soft snowflakes
Gently flow over our old keepsakes
Ivor Steven © June 2025
Beyond the Trees (a Tanka)
Low in the cold sky
The winter sun beckons me
My watery eyes
Cannot see beyond the trees
Please rescue me, set me free
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Ivor Steven © June 2025
Today’s poem is in response to Sadje’s Photo Prompt >> What do you see # 294- 23 June, 2025 – – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2025/06/23/what-do-you-see-294-23-june-2025/
My poem can be interpreted into both of Sadje’s prompt images.
Life, Beyond the Lines
Life’s a continual battle
but the battle lines
are there to be crossed
Life’s wondrous museum
inspires me to keep exploring
the universe’s grand Colosseum
Ivor Steven © June 2025
Winter Solstice’s Pink Finale
From high above the trees
Nature decrees
Winter solstice is here
With zero degrees
And a frosty veneer
Above sunset’s finale archway
Nature celebrated the shortest day
With an extravagant display
Of twilight’s vibrant pink ballet
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Redefining My Lines
I was a brittle piece of old oak
After suffering my three strokes
Which had left me in a dim coal mine
Where I was a fish out of water
Left hanging on the line
To shudder and totter
Recovery was a gradual incline
That felt like a slippery alpine
But I kept on thinking
Everything would be fine
If I never stopped dreaming
Of redefining myself, on cloud nine
In my adaptable mind
I have thrown myself a new lifeline
Via a bundle of woolly Canadian twine
And it is now my time
To enjoy a new bed of roses and wine
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday was written in January 2021
Hello readers and followers, today, I am continuing with my theme of “Moom” poems. If you need to chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon.“
Floating On The Moon
I am not always wrong
And at times, I may have been right
Behind my mask, I smile
And at times, I grimace
Numbness has entered my bones
Clumsiness guides my pen
Awkwardness precedes my stride
Uneasiness resonates in my voice
I am not able to walk on water
And at times, I have sunk like a stone
I live within my soul’s cocoon
And at times, I am floating on the moon
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
I’ve been having computer problems lately, and I’m frustrated with Microsoft’s “Error” shutdowns.
So, I decided to spend the day in my courtyard garden. I had already purchased two plants to pot in my empty hanging baskets: a Fuchsia Hybrid (“Flash” with a magenta and red flower) and a Phlox Subulata (‘ McDaniels Cushion’ with a pink flower).
Firstly, I had to install a beam from which the baskets could hang! Anyhow, without going into too much detail, four hours later the task was completed.
The main purpose of my project is to provide ‘Theo’ with some colourful companions over his arduous winter journey.
‘Theo’, bottom, left of centre, looking up at the two hanging baskets.
This evening’s photos of the Fuchsia (“Francis”), Phlox Subulata (“Daniel”), and “Theo”
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
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