The persistent rain, drizzling all week
The misty drops playing a gentle tune on our roof
Reminding our souls, how we exist softly meek
Remembering souls we’ve lost, we the leftover proof
The hovering clouds, hide thoughts of yesterday
The lifting fog, delivers today’s golden sunbeams
Reminding our hearts, why we love, why we stay
Remembering our every heartbeat, within every dream
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
The midweek challenge on Weekly Prompts is T-Shirt Wisdom. An interesting subject/prompt for me, as I am a bit of a T-shirt buyer when I’m on my trips away, and the below photos are from my collection of T-shirts……. And please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >>HERE
Below: My China trip T-Shirts…
Below: My cruise to the New Caledonia Islands
Below: My cruise to New Zealand
Below: The trip to New York and Philadelphia, “Dreams of the Heart”
Below: Gifts from my sister-in-law when visiting Thailand
Below: My ‘Doctor Who’ T-Shirt…. & a gift from my Canadian uncle
Below: Leonard Cohen T-Shirts (Of course)
Below: “Hanne Kah”, from Germany, who I meet at a music venue in Geelong…. A Geelong Music Festival T-Shirt, from 5 years ago, and the T-Shirt my sister bought for me, when I got home hospital, in time for Christmas 2018….
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Today’s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, from the Go Dog Go Cafe team: Write a piece of prose around the phrase: “I never want that again”, … Dear readers you are most welcome to join in the fun by clicking >> Here
Old Enough, – a Senryu
Three times is enough
I never want that again
I’m nearly too old
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Jigsaw, A Thousand Pieces
Life can be a giant jigsaw turntable
The jumbled picture of a unique fable
Connected by shared oblique faces
Made up of a thousand little pieces
That have run a thousand different races
Curving around thousands of warm embraces
Thousands of handshakes and well wishes
Thousands of hello and goodbye kisses
Thousands of friendly smiles
Thousands of ups and downs along bumpy miles
Thousands of grieving fears
Thousands of emotional tears
Thousands of tears we do weep
Thousands of kisses go deep
Accepting patience and persistence
Gradually pieces start falling into place
Time heals those missing ones in grace
And finally the jigsaw falls into place
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
This weekend over on Weekly Prompts, the weekend challenge is; Surface. Please go and visit the Weekly Prompts fabulous site by clicking >> HERE Below is my take on the prompt, Surface, with photos and my poem ‘A Book Fair’….
A Book Fair
trestle table after table
there’s rows and rows
of second-hand books
on the surface
the books appear worn
but inside their dusty covers
that untold story awaits
a magical gem for eager eyes
youngsters hungry for a fantasy tale
adults search for a mystery unseen
and hidden underneath their old surfaces
the printed word still astounds
there on display in the town’s historical hall
treasures yet to be discovered still abound
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
I’m on my plumber’s ladder
scaling rung after rung
climbing higher and higher
upwards, to the sun
seeking a holy grail
(is there more than one?)
hovering in a sky full of sails
waiting, to revive our resurrection
hold on to your heart now
hold on to your soul
don’t let the world bring you down
and leave you cold …
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Here on my “Go Dog Go Go Cafe” site, Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. Today’s prompt: Use the words “dangerous thoughts” in a piece of poetry or prose.
I read about the prompt before I went to bed last night, and during the night I had a little dream/nightmare, and at 3.00am I wrote this ‘Senryu’….. hmmm……maybe I shouldn’t read these prompts just before I go to sleep….
Lost Nights
My dangerous thoughts
Remain locked away in dreams
No more liaisons
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
This morning I entered my garden
My own personal Eden
And softly caressed hope **
The star of my night’s telescope
The night sky
Cries goodbye
My star above
Cries for love
Our universe sings
On my angel’s wings
I dream of flying
My inspiration to keep trying
Come what may
Of nature’s ways
On wet or dry hay
Us lovers did play
Under a happy blue sky
After swimming the bay
And crossing a dying stream
I held onto our dream
In a field of flowering yellow
I heard our song on a cello
** Featured Image above: A photo of my Philodendron selloum, called “Hope”
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
A Rapunzel Tomato Tower
The morning autumn dew
settles upon your evolving view
climbing tall and reaching up high
your leaves are almost touching the sky
protecting the day lily now replete
and the ruby geranium at your feet
your large groups of yellow flowers
producing bunches of fruit on your Rapunzel tower
growing into red grape-like flights
delicious, mouth watering bites
bunches of cherry tomato eats
the season’s meal-time treats
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
“Soon We’ll Be Found”, Lyrics by, Sia.
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
Well it’s been rough but we’ll be just fine
We’ll work it out yeah we’ll survive
You mustn’t let a few bad times dictate
So come along, it won’t be long
‘Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let’s desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we’ll be free
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Don’t turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found [3x]
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The above photos, are of mine & dad’s, colourful and spectacular Day Lily, which is now in full bloom. Personally this plant is the King of my garden, and he was originally my dad’s pride and joy, and I rescued the Day Lily from my parents homestead in Ocean Grove, (“Tullawalla”), and of course I enjoy a strong spiritual connection with this lovely flower, especially this time of the year, as the Day Lily blooms to coincide with the anniversary of my dad’s birthday, eleven days ago…..
Day Lily, Love and Another Year
Upon my pillow I sleep.
Good morning, I do peek.
From the cushion of my dreams.
To my yard’s radiating beams.
Of blushing red hues, oh so bright.
You flower during the night.
And after cuddling the dew.
You open up your scenic view.
Blooming, standing proud and steep.
Vivid perfection at my feet.
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove.
And by day you air your love.
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
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