Today’s poem is from August 2018, and the words reflect how I’m feeling this week
Tiredness Leaves Me Wordless
I’m wordless at the moment
My thoughts are in postponement
I hear Leonard’s songs
All night long
Lyrics full of love
Day lilies and doves
Today I hold her empty glove
My one truelove
Ivor Steven (c) August 2018
My internal battle is never ending
Neither won nor lost
My opponent is my ghost
I forgive with the morning dew
And my regrets are few
There is two breaths in every moment
The first one kisses our heart
The second breath caresses our soul
True love is hard to find
And impossible to define
When found, be exceedingly kind
Love can spellbind your mind
But blindly, love is not declined
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Mid afternoon
Here in my empty room
Between unruffled sheets
With the curtains drawn
I remember our matinee’s
Of laughter and soft sighs
You would tickle my feet
As I caressed your naked thighs
Tomorrow afternoon
There in my lonely room
Between unruffled sheets
The curtain falls at my feet
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
there is a darkness
within us all
waiting i confess
for that beckoning call
i am a mere man
her glass jar
folds in my hand
housing her lonely star
like lava bleeding into the sea
her beckoning green eyes
did melt me
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
in my hazy bedroom
it is unexplainable
what I say to the moon
and there is that secret
unknowable connection
an unmistakable tune
received in an echoing response
from my unattainable moon
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
A special mention and thank you to Ingrid, for being the source of my inspiration behind my words today, with her very intriguing poem “Reclusive Romance”, you can visit her fabulous site by clicking on this link >> https://experimentsinfiction.com/2021/11/11/reclusive-romance-poetry-dverse/#more-17442
We Are Strange
how high is the sky?
how warm is the air?
how strong is wind?
can we fly without?
celestial wings
how deep is the river?
how cold is the water?
how strong is the current?
why do we always need?
a search warrant
why do we still jump in?
why do we still try to swim?
do we want to know?
the answers
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
Today while I was writing this poem a wondrously magical coincidence happened to to me via my Instagram Site… I received an article from a Geelong singer/songwriter, Arjuna, the her new song was up on YouTube, and the title of her brand new single is “Vessel” … and of course I have attach her music/video as my feature song below .. .. and congratulations to “SheIsAjuna” on her fabulous song.
Purple Vessels
Purple is the colour of my dreams
Flowers are the vessels of true love
The fragrant rosemary bush from Tullawalla
Represents the essence of my father’s life
And I visualize my mother’s angels
Floating above the basket of fairy lavenders
My Fragile cyclamen plant
A loving gift from Carole’s favourite carer
The delicate and everlasting drooping violet
Began growing forty-five years ago
Planted by Dad to celebrate our marriage
Annually producing our beautiful wedding flower
A purple shaped vessel of eternal love
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
sometimes I wished
for love to linger longer
other times I wished
my soul was stronger
old love lingers on
within lullaby songs
is my heart right or wrong?
sometimes when the music plays on and on
I hear my angel humming along
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman
Intertwined
Why are we deaf and blind?
How can we be so silently unkind?
Nature is not our kitchen to be redesign
Mother Earth is our holy shrine
Our one and only protective rind
All we need, is her love intertwined
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Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave
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Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
I wrote this poem a year ago …
A Violet and A Blade of Grass
Years ago, I met a young lady
With hair the colour of autumn leaves
I liked her, and she liked me
And our courtship flourished rapidly
One day we were walking down by the river
Where I casually paused to pick a flower
And I gently placed the violet in her hair
She fondly smiled, and said quietly
“Open your hand, I’ve a gift for you too”
Upon my palm she tenderly placed a blade of grass
“There, that is to signify my eternal love for you”
I blushed and smile, and said proudly
“As mother nature is my witness, I love you”
“And thank you, for this blade of grass”
“I shall treasure your kindness forever”
My heart was pounding, as I steadily took her hand
And uttered the words, “Would you like to marry me”
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
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