We Lost the “A” Side (a Senryu)

All Featured Images: were taken by Derrick Knight, and I sincerely thank him for allowing me reproduce his marvelous photos here on my poetry site.




We Lost the “A” Side (a Senryu)


There, on the “B”side

Of her undiagnosed moon

Lay my empty spoon








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Ivor Steven (c) January 2023

Cloudless and Clueless, a Haiku

The clear blue skys of summer seem to be inspiring my writings lately ...



Cloudless and Clueless, a Haiku




Beyond vacant sky

Infinity outlives time

Why does greed survive?








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Ivor Steven (c) December 2022

Who’s Left to Row the Boat, (Tullawalla, page 37 )


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Who’s Left to Row the Boat
… This week it is 22 years since I suffered my first stroke …


The storms are too many to count

Emotional lows had weathered me out

Her journey with MS was a struggle

How much lower could our lives sink


After fourteen years of our battles, I suffered a Stroke

An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat

Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken

I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting

I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking

She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying

And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking

I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping


I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted

My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted

My mind was active, I thought, where is she

I knew I was bad; the room was all blurry to me

Strong anxieties had set in, I needed to know

Nurses came to me, I pleaded, I wanted to go

“Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow

Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022