Category: Nature

Golden Pond

This week, the Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word: Compare. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE …
In my poem below I have tried to ‘Compare’ the big pond created by our recent heavy rain, with the big, big pond that the “Apollo 13” space capsule had to find in 1970, when their mission to the moon was aborted due to an on board explosion half to the moon …






Golden Pond


Last night I watched an old movie

A dramatic true story

About the Apollo 13 mission

To the moon


During the film

I could hear the pounding

Of heavy rain on my iron roof


In the morning

Despite the water-logged ground

I went for my walk

And found a muddy golden pond

Had flooded the forest floor


In ankle deep water

I stood and wondered

About the Apollo 13 astronauts

Who had failed in their quest

To walk on the moon


Despite the traumatic problems

Of the aborted journey

They miraculously managed to return safely

And land the space capsule

Upon the earth’s golden pond






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)

Over on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is the word: ALONE. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here . The Haiku below is my response to todays prompt.





Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)


The white moon hangs low

In the blue afternoon sky

Old crow stands alone










Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Here Comes the Sun Again, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Here Comes the Sun Again”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/here-comes-the-sun-again/











Ivor Steven ©  October 2022

Gatherers

On my morning walk I took these interesting photos




Gatherers 

 
 
There! 

In the forest fringe  

Gathering among the leaves and bark 

Stood wooden knives and forks 

The forks way outnumbered the knives 


Why? 

Were the splintered knives 

On the cutting edge of extinction 


Have the forks? 

Wisely discovered the point? 

That being one of nature’s gatherers 

Is the only way to survive humanities 

Wasteful and wanton waves of settlers 






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022