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The Sky’s Pearls

A lone bird soars above the morning mist — echoing the clarity of my hilltop poem and the emotional lift of “Letters From The Sky.

Pearls from the sky, my courtyard flowers …

A sky scattered with quiet treasures, waiting for the morning to find them

The Sky’s Pearls

Life is uncomplicated
On my elevated hilltop;
Here, the air I breathe is untainted.

My courtyard’s world
Grows high above the town,
Yet I never look down
Nor frown on the town’s ground.

Instead, I gaze up at the sky’s pearls,
Where starry swirls and twirls,
Majestically unfurl.

Ivor Steven © March 2026

From Beyond Nowhere

A lucky snapshot: a bird crossing an invisible line between sun and sky, caught in the quiet shimmer of possibility.

From Beyond Nowhere

Below the invisible line,
Between the sun and time,
It is impossible to know
That what we perceive
Are the stars’ definitive stare,
Or, whether the outer glow
Is the universe’s cosmic snow
From beyond nowhere.

Ivor Steven © March 2026

Freedom Without Gasoline

Featured Image Above: Where the sky opens, freedom rises first

Freedom Without Gasoline

Yes, I must go
Beyond the world’s mist and snow

Flying above the trees
Is nature’s gift to me

Removed from the maddening crowd
Here, freedom is proud, unbowed

And the air is almost clean
Except for the smell of gasoline

A song for the quiet courage of taking flight

Ivor Steven © March 2026

To Catch the Wind (a Tanka)

This Tanka was inspired by a moment of stillness and lift — a bird rising into the blue, catching the wind as if it knew exactly where it needed to go. It’s a small meditation on movement, uncertainty, and the quiet hope that carries us toward calmer places.

To Catch the Wind (a Tanka)

Let me catch the wind,
blowing toward the unknown,
where silver seeds grow
beyond the world’s toxic snow,
into peaceful olive trees.

Ivor Steven © March 2026

Clunes Booktown Festival 2026

All the Essentials are packed
Clunes, here we come!

The Clunes Booktown Festival, one of Australia’s largest and most-loved literary gatherings, celebrates its 20th Anniversary this year. I’ll be there this weekend, March 21st and 22nd, set up in one of the bustling Book Trader Marquees (Fraser St, Marquee “T”) with Frankie beside me, proudly taking on his role as assistant salesman and crowd‑greeter. With the days full of books, conversations, and festival buzz, I won’t be blogging much over the weekend — but once we’re back home and the dust has settled, I’ll share a few stories and photos from our time in Booktown.

As always, it should be a wonderful weekend in Booktown, and I’m looking forward to sharing a few highlights once Frankie and I return.

Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend — and if you’re heading to Clunes, do stop by and say hello.

Ivor Steven © March 2026

Black Knights

In a world scarred by mines, machines, and careless extraction, the sky remains a refuge for those who choose to protect rather than exploit. These Black Knights rise through that open air as nature’s quiet defenders, calling us to join their watch.

Black Knights

We are nature’s Black Knights,
guardians of the planet’s salvage rights.
Watch us soar into the light

There above the earth’s trees,
where the atmosphere is free,
beyond the Daleks of mankind’s
dreadful coalmines and destructive landmines.
“
Now is the time to become a member
of our sky’s peaceful nerve centre.
We welcome all monitors, menders,
clever inventors, and recycled pretenders.

Ivor Steven © March 2026

Mystique Surrounds Me

Mystique Surrounds Me

Twilight ignites its shadowed secrets.
Do I fly into the mystique,
where clouds burn like prophecy,
and my wings are ashes of desire?

Will these old, singed feathers
still lift me from this wartorn land—
or must I wait here forever
grounded by this inferno’s demands

“Where light fractures, the will to rise endures.“

Ivor Steven © March 2026

This week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine features my new poem, “Between, Inside, and Beyond.”

Featured Image Above: is of my silver teaspoon with the initials “MS” (Multiple Sclerosis) embossed on the handle button.

Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem, “Between, Inside, and Beyond,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below.
>> Between, Inside, and Beyond – Coffee House Writers

And a big thank you to Nancy >> Knocking: A Thursday Inspiration – The Elephant’s Trunk, whose intriguing article inspired the opening stanza of my poem.

Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)

Perceptions:

Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)

Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books

OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.

An Unfathomable Mess

Born at 3 am on a scribble pad, when crumbs of musing refused to let me sleep.

An Unfathomable Mess

To near and far,
from inside a cookie jar,
I send my midnight scribbles.

I must confess,
I’ve delved so deep
into crumbled musings
and drowsy dribbles,
I’ll need to decompress
before I resurface
for a peep
at my unfathomable mess.

A gentle goodnight to follow my unfathomable mess.

Insatiable Sapiens

Once numbering in the tens of millions, the “bulbous” bison were nearly wiped out — victims of human greed and policy.

Over at Weekly Prompts, the weekend challenge is the word bulbous. And you visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here.

Insatiable Sapiens

A flock of birds
fly together.
Herds of animals
graze together.

Humans of different creeds
blast each other apart –
for their stockpiled seed,
and insatiable greed.

A quiet reckoning beneath the branches we share.