Where the cloud‑horizon meets the fading sun, twilight balances its colours on the edge of evening
Above and Beyond the Horizon
Here, beneath the twilight zone’s archway,
I see a phenomenal golden causeway.
There, above the horizon’s sentinal treeline
and below the cloudbank’s grigio plateau –
like another parallel pseudo-horizon –
mysteriously, the yellow band of light
momentarily emerges,
despite the fading sun folding into night.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Featured Image Above: Was created by Copilot and me.
A Blackbird’s Night
Not everything said
understands the light
within our heads.
On a Wolf Moon night,
what I write,
in black and white,
is not always right –
slumber darkens my sight.
I am no white knight,
nor a feathery kite.
And despite
my comfy campsite,
the world’s warring blight
incites me to always fight
for what is right
in black and white.
Footnote: I’m pleased to report that last week’s plumbing job was completed today. Even though I was tired and it was nearly dark, we still managed to go for our walkie …
Ivor Steven © January 2026
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me. Where light breaks through, and wings find their path.
The Earth and the Sky
“Good morning, Earth,”
Said the solar sky
To my little piece of the universe,
Where I see our illustrious Sun
Illuminating the waning Half-moon.
And there, below the umbrella of cosmic light,
the birds are embracing their empyrean life.
A moment that stunned me into stillness — sky, bird, and song all speaking the same truth.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.
With two sharp‑eyed magpies and a pale daytime moon looking on, this little poem takes flight as a whimsical protest — a light‑feathered reminder that even the quiet watchers on the fence have something to say about the state of our cluttered world.
Who’s Watching Whom
I’m perched on the fence,
wondering about the world’s
lack of common sense,
and I ask the moon,
“Is there no end to this gloom?”
“Do not worry, my feathered friend –
this is not the end.”
“Soon there will be enough elbowroom
for everyone’s nom de plume
in the planet’s master bedroom,
after Mother Nature has donned
her cleaning costume,
and swept all of the needless showrooms,
backrooms, ballrooms, and boardrooms.”
“And the people should all help groom
their own untidy playrooms
with those unused yardbrooms.”
And here’s a song that hums along with the magpies’ quiet protest…
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in August 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Tanka section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
I’ve done lots of meandering today, and now I need to have a doggie nap
My Mind Meanders (a Tanka)
On our morning trail
Where beginnings never end
Imagination
Meanders around each bend
Conscious of nature’s haven
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Ivor Steven © February 2026
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“The day’s first glow beckons me to pause, to notice, and to appreciate everything that unfolds.”
Today’s WordPress Prompt
Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.
Kissed by Daylight (a Haiku)
Out of the darkness
The sun’s glow caresses my eyes
Daylight kisses my world
Ivor Steven © February 2026
Two scenes from the same evening — twilight blazing in the west and moonlight rising in the east. Nature offered both, and the music speaks for itself. Which one draws you in?
Lioness Eyes
Who’s winning the mesmerising
photographic contest –
twilight’s effervescent scarlet sky,
illuminating the horizon in the west
or the moon’s royal blue panorama
edifying the evening clouds in the east?
Both scenarios are beautifully picturesque,
and choosing my favourite phosphorescence
is beyond my universe’s tinted opalescence.
Ivor Steven © February 2026
A quiet moment in the afternoon sun, with shadows drifting and Lisa O’Neill’s “Sparkle” humming at the edges…
Micropoetry is an ultra-short form of poetry, typically under 25 words or 140 characters, blending creative brevity with precise language, sharp imagery, and emotional depth, while allowing diverse interpretations.
Wandering Romeos (a Micro Poem)
Like falling snow…
Shadows come and go.
Some have sharp claws –
Others have soft paws.
My shadow’s afterglow…
Is a château
For any wandering Romeo.
Ivor Steven © January 2026
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Hello, dear readers and followers. As you may know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at #31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead.
However, the booklet format is a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce, and as the saying goes, “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”.
I now have “2245” Poems filed in these booklet formats!!
(On my bookshelf, I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems)
“Like all my booklets, this one is here to be read at your leisure — no rush, no expectation, just an open page waiting when you are.”
Click >>Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 18, Between Here and the Edge.”
OR … Shangri La, Vol 18, Between Here and the Edge.pdf
Between Here and the Edge
I’m no ancient mariner
with a sextant to chart the sky
The moon was falling into bed,
the sun rising ahead,
both at the same height,
as if I were the hinge between them.
Here I stand on their earthbound bridge
at the centre of my own universe,
unsure of my footing near the edge –
am I fading into the advancing ground,
or drifting back toward an old wedding pledge.
Ivor Steven © January 2026
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in August 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Haiku section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
Beyond Sight (a Haiku)
Good morning sunrise
I soak in daylight’s caress
Until eyes hear sound
Ivor Steven © January 2026
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