Following my loss
During the chaos
In the quiet intermissions
Tears would blur my visions
But clearness of sight did not even matter
Whether or not she had olive or hazel eyes
The closing curtain was already in tatters
I heard her eyes laugh, I felt them cry
And then I saw them die
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site.
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/11/02/ibsley-ford/
Special Announcement: Today I have a “Copy” of “Our” new book Perceptions for me to proofread on the weekend
Off-white
White moon and white mushrooms
White doggie and white clouds
Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight
After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite
Now I dream tonight
About the earth’s broken stalactites
And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white
Like a grubby plastic skylight
Now with foresight
My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight
And awaits her saviours next spaceflight
“Itmims” … Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
My poem today is a repost from July 2019.
The Sun Never Sets
Dreaming of distant horizons and red sunsets
Visualising vast oceans and blue skies
Writing emotional hello’s and goodbye’s
Why do I write ?
Could it be an ego thing
Who do I write for ?
Anyone that is listening
Does she hear me too ?
I’d like to speculate so
What do I write ?
Ideas that seep from my heart
But, what do I write about ?
The subjects that matter
To love the soul of our planet
Honour the love we give
Adore the love we receive
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
This article is copied from my post on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s Throwback Friday” earlier today.
>> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/10/21/throwback-friday-we-lost-the-sea-by-ivor-steven/
The Haiku, ‘We Lost the Sea’ is one of 12 Haiku that appear in my book Tullawalla, and this Haiku was written in May 2019.
We Lost the Sea (a Haiku, Tullawalla, page 117)
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
Ivor Steven (c) May 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “After Memoria”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/after-memoria/
After Memoria
Sliding into euphoria
After falling out of Memoria
Where to start
When there is no beginning
The judges guns remain loaded
But there is no-one on the causeway
Why is the coldest mountain?
In the middle of the desert
How to climb the lowest alps?
Below the deepest ocean
How to soar and fly?
Without wings in a vacant sky
Can the old river be paddled?
After the bath runs dry
Where to find happiness
After falling in the marathon
How to slide into euphoria
After falling out of Memoria
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Tullawalla is now available at Amazon
>> https://www.amazon.com/Tullawalla-Meeting-Memories-Australian-Languages/dp/0645377023/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2NUSUI90AWK6&keywords=Tullawalla&qid=1663851584&s=books&sprefix=tullawalla%2Cstripbooks-intl-ship%2C301&sr=1-2
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
I Am Exhausted (a Tanka)
Beyond the Ashes
Memories and rhymes survived
Seeds were implanted
Dreams of the heart were written
Afterward, exhaustion dwelled
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …
The Last Chicane (Revised)
I have been climbing every rung
Even the broken ones unsung
I have played every sad song
Even when the words were wrong
I saw my bird fly away
Even though her nest stays here today
I have praised my swan’s eternal fight
Even through her turbulent flights
I am listening to the bells chiming
Even above lyrics that are not rhyming
I am beginning to flutter my wings again
Even after missing the last chicane
I am preparing for the next equestrian
Even though I am a lost pedestrian
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Recently Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com/] introduced me to a new poem format Musette, and today I am presenting my first attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette”
three verses
first line – 2 syllables
second line – 4 syllables
third line – 2 syllables
rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e
title reflects poems content
A Steep Slide (a Musette)
I creep
Down the steep slide
I weep
Betrayed
I hide and shake
Afraid
I crawl
Away from shame
And bawl
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
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