Throwback Friday, Time on the Moon with Tea and Lime


Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2020. As is my way, I have made some poetic edits.



Time on the Moon with Tea and Lime (Revised)



between now and then
I see the full moon again
sip on tea and lime
and dream of a bygone time

where are you, old friend
hiding your face until the end
and I hear a distant tick-tock
buried under weathered rock

when it’s all said and done
my words fall one by one
inking blues, line after line
and I do not care the time

and sand flows drop by drop
from the timeless clock
adorning her silent cocoon
on the far side of the moon





The Kinks “Full Moon”, Lyrics

Haven’t you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes?
It’s only me, dear, in my midnight disguise
Pay no attention if I crawl across the room
It’s just another full moon

Don’t be afraid of me when I’m walking in my sleep
Don’t get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep
Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon
It’s just another full moon
It’s just another full moon

You see before you a truly broken man
‘Cause when it gets to midnight, I don’t know who I am
Full moon’s a-callin’, and it’s put a curse on me
And it will never set me free

The full moon’s still up there
Like a great white balloon
The owls are a-callin’
And they’re singin’ my tune
The night keeps a-crawlin’
I wish the day would come soon
To get away from another full moon
Here comes another full moon

If your hands start shakin’
When night starts to fall
If you’re scared of the moonlight
And the shadows on the wall
If the face in the mirror
Isn’t you at all
It’s just another full moon
It’s just another full moon






Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Flying South, or North


Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Gawking. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here





Flying South or North

I am supposed to be flying south
For a holiday down by the river mouth

But somehow, I found myself heading west
In Search of the next diving contest

If I succeed there, I will fly up north
For the Champions Trophy
At the renowned, Firth of Forth

Win, Lose, or draw, I’ll return to the east
Where I will rest my weary wings
While I’m gawking at the home-baked family feast






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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

My Valentine’s Days Are Cold

Please Note that the featured image/artwork above was designed by Kerri Costello (my Philadelphia niece) for another poem of mine back in 2018.





My Valentine’s Days Are Cold

Her heart of gold
wilted in the Autumn cold

My heart pumps yesterday’s rust
and bathes in her icicles of dust

My veins are hollow crevasses
inside summer glaciers chasms

Where icebergs groan and memories float
on a distant fjord’s frozen longboat







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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Throwback Friday, Twilight’s Bookends

Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from June 2023 and was published in The Geelong Writers Anthology, Anomaly Street (Poetry With A Difference), Volume 2, no. 1- June 2023, a twice-yearly collection of poetry that creates jolts for flatlined minds. Thank you to the editor, Jo Curtain, for selecting my poem.





Twilight’s Bookends (Revised)

Cloud wisps creep 
across a sun-streaked sky

The curtain soundlessly drops
on dappled twilight

There, behind flickering drapes 
the starry starry night awaits







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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Moon-glades (a Haiku)

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is Embellishment. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
I hope my Haiku further Embellishes my viewing of the spectacular moon rise over Corio Bay (Geelong) last evening.



Moon-glades (a Haiku)

Glimmering moonbeams
Iridescent candle lights
Dancing on the bay







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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Tullawalla:

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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Oceans (an Etheree)


Tonight, the moon rose over the ocean as the sun set in the west. It was a warm summer evening with a clear twilight sky, and we would not miss such a spectacular event …

An Etheree is a 10-line poem in which each line follows a syllable count that matches the line number. For example, the first line has one syllable, the second has two, etc. The poem is unrhymed but has rhythm, meaning, imagery, and sometimes an underlying second meaning.



Oceans (an Etheree)

What
do the
oceans know?
tides come and go
footprints in the sand
foreshadow the way home
fresh today, gone tomorrow
slip away with the undertow
dreams fade in a cloud of misty rain
leaving dark watermarks in my shadow







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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

The Other Side





The Other Side

Looking for tomorrow
Is like crossing a one-way road
We stop!
Then look the other way

We are conditioned to turn
And look down the wrong way
Then step forward!
Hoping!
We are moving toward
The other side





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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Exodus


Today’s poem, Exodus, was a poetic response/comment to Eugi’s (Moonwashed Musings) wonderful poem >> https://amanpan.com/2025/01/29/look-at-me/





Exodus


I am not dexterous
Or able to earn my exodus
Because the showy floss
On my old veneer’s gloss
Has been foolishly lost




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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025

Don’t Blame the Moon

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Pookie. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
“Pookie” is a common euphemism for something cute. Well, I suppose my ‘strange orange rocks’ or my ‘smiling moon’ could be cute.





Don’t Blame the Moon

I see strange orange rocks
Among the fallen branches and leaves
Discerningly, time reminds me
They were not there yesterday

Enquiringly, I look up to the sky
And I see the moon smiling at me
As if to say, “Don’t blame me”






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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
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Ivor Steven (c) February 2025