A cold frosty morning accompanies me in bed
I’m shaking and anxious about the day ahead
A day in May, when emptiness is a void I dread
The cool stillness and loneliness is surreal
The passageway to my light is dark and hard to feel
If only I knew that light at the end of the tunnel was real
In a dream of fading light, dawn disappears out of sight
And today’s trivial realities await another night
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Today is not the end of the world … but 9 years ago today, my wife, Carole did pass away … “Let’s give love one more chance”
A special thank you to “Bushboy” for kindly allowing me to use his photos, as my Featured photos today, and here is a link to his fabulous site >> The flying penguin and others – bushboys world
Who is Watching?
Are the clouds clearing?
Are the stars shining brighter?
Is the man on the moon smiling wider?
Today the sunlight is more radiant
The universe is more observant
Is the world more united?
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Beyond the shimmering sand
And a comforting hand
A gracious spirit is in command
Wandering along life’s deviations
Are not treasonous reactions
A change of mindset to the left of centre
May create a mystical adventure
Tonight there shines a super-moon
Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon
And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams
That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Today I visited the “The Hue and Cry collective” art exhibition, with paintings by 3 talented local Geelong artists, Jenna Kernaghan, Daniel Hunt, and Nelson Ruler. The theme of the exhibition was “Chromatic Phenomenon”, and the Lowercase Poetry members were encouraged to go along and be inspired to write an Ekphrastic poem about the paintings… I have attached some photos of paintings, and my resultant poem …
Chromatic Pulse
words are emotions
the emotions of love and pain
words are eye-drops
the eye-drops of sunshine and rain
words are blood
the blood in oceans and drains
words are aromas
the aromas of flowers and grains
words are watered sand
the watered sand of trees and plains
words are dreams
the dreams in stars and heavenly gains
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Patience drifts around the clock
Patience floats in dry-dock
Patience hovers in transit
Patience belies my spirit
Patiently I walk
Patiently I talk
Patiently I listen
Patiently I have forgiven
Patience is the essence
Patience is my sentence
Patience is my burden
Patience is my warden
Patiently I wait
Patiently I update
Patiently I sleep
And alone I weep
Patiently I Compromise
Patiently I will arise
Patiently I mutate
Patiently I will gravitate
Patience commands my time
Patience is my crime
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I’m a day away from yesterday
And a day away from tomorrow
I need to borrow another day
Time is running away
Time is bursting at the seams
Time is melting into moonbeams
The hour is now
The hour is how
Between here and then
Beyond why and when
Where is the power in my pen?
Show me the tower of zen
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I’m feeling very honoured and proud to have to my poem “Where’s That Dream” published by Vita Brevis in their annual anthology, and thank you to the editor Brian Geiger, for accepting my submission.
I can’t thank the community enough. Whether you’re a poet whose work is featured in the new collection, a Vita Brevis regular, or a reader, you’ll find something to love.
As you all know, these anthologies keep the lights on for Vita Brevis! Thanks for making this a reality, and congratulations to all poets who made it in.
Let’s make this another bestseller!
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Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Here I have revised yesterday’s poem ‘A Line in the Sand’ … by adding a stanza at the start, and a change to the final line … I’m not sure, but maybe the alterations are Ok…
A Line in the Sand (Revised)
Did you hear the latest hocus pocus?
About the world’s leaders lack of focus
And resembling old smokeless dragons
Can you sense the reloading of guns and cannons?
In my mind, I am searching for the olive tree
Please come walk with me
We will go to the seashore
And watch the dove’s soar
Hold my other hand
As I scribe a line in the sand
A message to the sky
Love and peace I decry
Will I receive an honest reply?
Or nothing, but more blind eyes?
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I am searching for the olive tree
Please come walk with me
We will go to the seashore
And watch the doves soar
Hold my other hand
As I scribe a line in the sand
A message to the sky
Love and peace I decry
Will I receive an honest reply?
Or are we still on standby?
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
“In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.” –
Walt Whitman
Brave Heart
I always remember
The last time I saw the sun
I always remember
The last time I saw you run
Yesterday I remembered
The colour of your eyes
Yesterday I remembered
The colour of our brilliant sky
Today I remembered
The happiness in your smile
Today I remembered
The happiness of our every mile
Tomorrow I will remember
The final beat of your brave heart
Tomorrow I will remember
The unread pages of our lost charts
Ivor Steven (c) 17th April 2021
