December, it’s that time of the year for the release of Anthologies, and here is another annual Anthology that my poems have been published in. This is one has been produced and published by the Belmont Page Writers Group (Geelong) and superbly edited by our convener, Claudia Collins.
Two of my poems were published in this fabulously presented Anthology, and today I am presenting the first one “A Forever Coat”.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Fireworks (a Senryu)
The fireworks died down
Ashes drift over the sea
Smiling lips of thee
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge, is the word; Single … please visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here …
My poem below is a “singular”(private), message of sympathy to a friend on WordPress
In Response, I Say
As my tears pass by
I caress my salty eyes
It could be the humid weather
Or the gentle touch of a quill’s feather
No matter, life, brings us together
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
A piece I wrote on February 7th 2019. I was in Hospital recovering from my 3rd stroke (a minor one), but it was only 2 months since my previous stroke, and I was wandering around the place like a becalmed sailing ship waiting for the winds of change to send me home … The music I listened to during my stay, were mainly two Icelandic Bands, Sigur Ros, & Solstafir … I didn’t understand the lyrics, but the music seemed to be grand for my anxiety level …
Time and the Sea
There’s wasted time, hours and days gone
My time, between one procedure and the next
Time to explore this healing castle
Time to chat, to eager listener’s
Time to write, about realities and dreams
Time to observe the people’s living within
Time to think about the world’s problems
Time to visualise pictures of tomorrow
I’m not a patient in his bed
I’m free standing and waiting instead
I’m a walking and talking local poet
I’m not allowed to vacate the site
They want me near, to study my plight
They want me here, to secure my bed
They need me near, to look into my mind
They need me here, so I’m easy to find
Solstafir “Midaftann”
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/mi%C3%B0aftann-mid-evening.html
Now I have come home
After a journey on the deep seas.
The wave was so high,
The saltiness ate everything up.
I drowned in a black hole,
I pulled at the hand of death.
So high, it was so high,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon high in the sky,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon lighted a path.
So high, so high, wave of the sins, wave of the sins.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Thank you to the editor, Jo, and her team, for selecting my piece in the Geelong Writers Inc. “AnoMaly Street”, Chapbook, Poetry With A Difference, Volume 2, No. 2
A Lanterne is a cinquain form of poetry, in which the first line has one syllable and each subsequent line increases in length by one syllable, except for the final line that concludes the poem with one syllable. Its name derives from the lantern shape that appears when the poem is aligned to the center of the page.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Todays Throwback Friday poem is from Dec 1st 2021, and appears in “Our” colourful Book “Perceptions” (page 25)
Featured Image Above, is one of Derrick Knight’s fabulous photos [ https://derrickjknight.com/ ]
Time Watches Over Us
ours is not to reason why
for we are merely a fly
in the bigger sky
just passing by
however!
we do not stop learning
because every day
teaches us something new
and!
we cannot cease loving
because every day
our universe
creates something new
for us to love
yes!
the wheels of time
do not stop turning
and grandfather clocks
do not stop chiming
Ivor Steven (c) December 1st 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Clear Blue Jar”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> A Clear Blue Jar – Coffee House Writers
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, here’s a re-posting of a poem I wrote in September 2017, and as is my way I have revised the piece for today’s Throwback Friday article.
A Distant Ship (Revised)
Am I afraid, or am I being slowly discouraged.
Dismayed by the emptiness in my wavering heart.
Am I consumed, or am I being bodily starved.
Eaten by the cells of my inner sentiments.
Am I senseless, or have I been possessed.
Devoured by the recess of my lonely soul.
Am I swimming backstroke behind a distant love-boat.
Drowning in the wake of the passing recovery vessel.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
“Every negative event contains within it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” ~ Napoleon Hill
A Positive Outcome
Saturday morning
At the Creative’s Market
All is cosy and quiet
Under the venues skylight roof
And I calmly wait for patrons
To enter the welcoming arcade
The attendance was sporadic
But I enjoyed several amiable chats
And they gratefully accepted. my poetry/website card
Then, glowingly, I sold a “Tullawalla” book
Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Leonard Cohen
The Flame Flickers
Sunday afternoon
And I am in bed
Resting and daydreaming
Again, tiredness is my companion
Outside, I hear the wind
Rushing through the sky
Inside, I hear ambient music
Soothing the throb behind my eyes
I have been handed a bike
To pedal up the hill
When seated on the saddle
My feet are yet
To touch the ground
I have been assigned
A pure-bred horse to ride
When seated on the saddle
My feet are yet
To reach the stirrups
I have been given
A different path to follow
When the dust finally settles
The restored footprints
Will belong to me
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
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