Shine your light on me
Open your bright eyes for me
Illuminate me
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Category: Memories
Loaded Clouds, (a Senryu)
In the misty rain
Remembering heavy clouds
Loaded full of tears
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
Any Afternoon
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
Words to You
I wrote to you
You wrote to me
Your words turned to scrawl
Eyes began to call
A crack crept down the wall
You stood on the rubble so tall
We let the dust settle
Heated up the Kettle
Had a cuppa and a silent chat
Light flows back, through the crack
Words were our pearls
Writing is my world
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Rumblings (a Senryu)
Rumbles from above
My soul hears the mountains call
The heart slows and falls
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
I Confess
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
Underneath (a Senryu)
The scars never sleep
love, pain, go beyond skin-deep
underneath they weep
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Talking to the Moon
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
Dust and Rain
Feature Image Above: A watercolour painting by Carole Steven.
Dust and Rain
Life eventually returns to dust
Think me morbid if you must
Funerals do that to me
Eulogies sting me like a bee
That gentle bite numbed my mind
To that sea of blurry faces, sincere and kind
My selfless tears did drown
In memories of pain
Of her being lowered down
On that day when I could not stop the rain
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
One More Spoonful
Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumband confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..
Featured Image Above: My photo of a piece of street-art in Geelong
One More Spoonful
I was reading my never ending story
about crossing the rivers of time
and climbing a mountain of dreams
then along the crest of a misty waterfall
a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn
as a shimmering glimmer of hope
and above my unreachable horizon
there was a shining
tempting me to turn around
and resume paddling upstream
to where I could savour
a spoonful of life’s cream
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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