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Togetherness (a photo/poem)

Today, I incorporated my “Canva App” to create a “Photo/Poem”.

Ivor Steven (c) April 2025

Wrapping up the “Poetry Treasures 5: Simple Pleasures” Book Blog Tour

This is the Final Day of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour:
Kaye Booth, our editor, is wrapping up the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour. We’ve all had a great tour this past week

Please click on the link below to read Kaye’s informative article.

Wrapping up the “Poetry Treasures 5: Simple Pleasures” Book Blog Tour

Purchase Link: https://books2read.com/PT5-SmallPleasures

Ivor Steven (c) April 2025

Sailing Back in Time

Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month, and it’s time for the One Day Prompt. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here …

Sailing Back in Time

One day, my mind was sailing
down the river, and daydreaming
about being in a kindergarten.
Back to where time began,
in a colourful garden of fun.
Where nursery rhymes were real,
and friendly fairies lived
in the neighbouring field

Back then, love was homespun
And given freely to everyone

Ivor Steven (c) April 2025

Day 6 of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour

This is Day 6 of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour:
Kay Castaneda is giving today’s presentation. It features DL Mullan reading her poem “Daybreak.”

Please click on the link below to read Kay’s informative article.

Welcome to the “Poetry Treasures 5: Simple Pleasures” Book Blog Tour

Purchase Link: https://books2read.com/PT5-SmallPleasures

Daybreak, by DL Mullun

Daybreak
The heavy sky lightens.
Night retreats.
Illustrious topaz hues sharpen until the grand arc
is a cascade of brilliant blue tones.
Cloudless, the sea’s reflection smooths away
any hint of the cosmic shroud.
Behind the rays, stars slumber and planets wait.
Yet, the moon hangs there: tranquil and sheer
an unfinished watercolor, framed.
Never ceases to reveal itself, the satellite balances
the Earth and shifts the tides.
Now, the once opaque sphere fades away; time reaffirms
that this guardian too must conceal her mysteries.
Although the waning gibbous departs, she remains our
silent company throughout the constellations.
Daylight irradiates.
The waking world glows

Ivor Steven (c) April 2025

A Grey Disguise (a Tu-aiku)

A Grey Disguise (a Tu-aiku)

Grey clouds fill the sky
Humidity’s on the rise
Birds are in disguise

Rain begins to fall
My grey tracksuit is wet through
Frankie’s a white sponge

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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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

Ivor Steven © April 2025

Day 5 of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour

This is Day 5 of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour:
Today’s presentation is by Michelle Ayon Navajas. It features Barbara Harris Leonhard reading her poem “Sleeping with Giants.”

Please click on the link below to read Michelle’s excellent article. I assure you that her informative post is well worth reading.

Day 5 of the WordCrafter Poetry Treasures 5: Small Pleasures Book Blog Tour

Purchase Link: https://books2read.com/PT5-SmallPleasures

Ivor Steven (c) April 2025

Day One (Lest We Forget)

“Day One” a poem I wrote in April 2022 for ‘Anzac Day’ … Lest We Forget …

Day One

Before Day One

I wished upon a star
That the milk-bar
Was not too far away
My life’s bread was crumbling
My weathered hands were fumbling
Witnessing the Last Supper was humbling

Day One

There, beyond the darkness
Out in the universe
From a million light-years away
Under an alien’s microscopic frame
We would all look the same

After Day One

I wished for the dust to settle
Then waited for rusted gunmetal
To mature into household kettles
Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals

This graphic Music/Video by the Pogues “needs no more words”

Ivor Steven (c) April (Anzac Day) 2025

Throwback Friday, Did Your Heart Stop Too?

Thirteen years ago today, it was the “Time” that I made a “heart-stopping decision”

Did Your Heart Stop Too?

Did you cry too?
When the doctors told you
She was not going to recover

Did they ask you too?
About what you already knew
It was time
To flick the switch
And dim her light

Did your heart stop, too?
Knowing
You had emptied her shoes

Did you sleep there too?
During those infinite days of blue
Softly holding her hand
And not letting go

Did you weep too?
Blankly alone
In her full room
Waiting
For her last silent breath

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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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

A Lonely Crescent Moon

A Lonely Crescent Moon

Today is one of those days
Sitting here, at the city by the bay**
Watching daylight’s grand display

The salt water is pearly and lyrical
The sea air is clean and soothing
The whispering breeze is gentle and cool
The sky is a velvety blue
The hovering clouds are fluffy and white
The sunshine is pure and warm

And my lonely crescent moon
Is expecting me home soon

** City by the Bay, Geelong, Australia, sits on the shores of beautiful Corio Bay, just 73 kilometres southwest of Melbourne.

No More Sugar and Spice

No More Sugar and Spice

Under the dry sky’s grey umbrella
I saw a small flock of noisy Corellas
Forlornly fossick for leftover shoots
In between the naked tree roots
And the paddock’s desiccated ground
Sadly, there was no dried-up spice to be found

The drought’s hungry field mice
Had devoured everything nice