The Moon’s Ivory Eye
There, beyond the blue horizon
I see a white winter moon
Silhouetted against the afternoon sky
Do you see my vision?
An invisible silver spoon
Hiding the moon’s ivory eye
Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
The Moon’s Ivory Eye
Category: Life & Nature
The Morning After
The Morning After
Tracking south
Stepping from one quiet cloud
Onto a whispering cloud
Following powdered footprints
Without displacing a feather
Without cracking the sky’s
Hypnotic blue eggshell
And daydreaming of the south
Without you
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Where Have The Faeries Gone
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WHERE HAVE THE FAERIES GONE?
BY IVOR STEVEN/
AUGUST 21, 2023/
Ivor Steven / Coffee House Writers
Deep in the enchanted forest
Under mossy rocks and water-reeds
I found an iron-bar door
Lying over a sinkhole in the creek bed
I wondered and yelled out
Eerily, a gentle voice replied
“Do not worry, we are sheltering here”
“Why are you hiding?” I inquired
“We are waiting for humanity
to stop the carnage on our planet”
Then, peering up from lower in the chasm
I witnessed that the small luminous eyes
Of Earth’s guardian faeries
Were en masse, joyless, and crying
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Where Have the Faeries Gone? is in this week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Where Have the Faeries Gone?”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/where-have-the-faeries-gone/
Music/Video: by Sigur Ros, “Ylur”, translated means, Warmth
Ivor Steven © August 2023
Mirage! (a Haiku)
Over at “Moonwashed Musings!” The Weekly Prompt is the above Featured Image and the words – Somehow-cozy … Please visit Eugi’s wonderful site by clicking on >> HERE …
Mirage! (a Haiku)
Golden tree, so bright
Are you my savior’s light?
Or! Today’s mirage
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
True
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” – Albert Einstein
True
If there is something
I could do
I would do anything
To save you
Mother Nature, you are everything
I look up to
My words are nothing
Compared to you
You are the orchestrator of things
With a balcony view
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
Our Clear Blue Cookie Jar
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Cookie Jars … please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … Below is my Metaphorical response to the Prompt.
Our Clear Blue Cookie Jar
Like a springtime butterfly
I brightly fluttered outside
Immediately the blue neon sky
Illuminated my clear blue cookie jar
Full of nature’s dazzling delights
Looking through the crystal glass
I saw green leafed trees
Swinging in the breeze
I heard their wooden heartbeats
Singing about how the forest faeries
Big clear blue jar of cookies
Were to be shared by all adversaries
Who needed their earthly remedies
To become compassionate goodies
Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
Freedom is for the Birds
My poem today is created from comments that I posted to other poets sites. in response to their creative poems. The fellow writers in Stanza order are …
1. Sadje >> https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2023/08/04/when-eyes-confuse-the-mind-a-pantoum/
2. Grace >> https://graceofthesun.com/unchained-2/
3 & 4. Bart >> https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2023/08/14/dive/
Freedom is for the Birds
What to believe
What our eyes see
Or what our mind needs
In freedom, our hearts glide with pride
In chains, our souls cower and hide
Is freedom only for the Birds?
Humans, I am lost for words
Their main appetite is greed
Without planting any seeds
Is Freedom still possible?
Or a mission impossible
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
Above the Flames (Revised)
A poem I originally wrote in November 2019 during the devastating bushfires that were engulfing Australia … due to recent tragic events, I am presenting a revised version today …
Above the Flames (Revised)
Mother nature has decided
Humans!
You’ve been given eons of time
Humans!
You’ve held the torch, but failed to see the light
Our Mother
Is rekindling her furnace
She’s back-burning her own forests
Projecting black smoke signals
Obvious messages, to feel, hear and see
Yes Father
Where there is smoke, there is fire
She’s furious, and our planet’s ablaze
Sisters and Brothers
Feel her scorching heat
Blistering your swollen feet
Hear her crackling explosions
Piercing your deafened eardrums
See her soaring flames
Blinding your greedy eyes
Humans!
There’s no point, looking up to the sky
Seeking your saviour in heaven
You are not in charge
Abandon your selfish barrage
Our Mother
Controls your clouds and rain
It’s time to show her Kindness, and end your pain
Ivor Steven (c) August 2023
Peace and Quiet (a Tanka)
The bucolic outlook from our verandah table
A chirpy Magpie, and a Blue Fairy Wren heads for Frankies water bowl
Peace and Quiet (a Tanka)
Bucolically
Tranquility surrounds us
The cool air is calm
Peaceful enough for the birds
To fly in and visit us
Ivor Steven © July 2023
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