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Chameleon
I am slippery like an eel
I slide among the field
My mood changes with the breeze
I can be cold as ice in a freeze
Or I can be warm as toast
Sunbathing on a tropical coast
I can be a chameleon in the trees
Not easy to see, but ready to please
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Understanding our time
Is no easy rhyme
After self-destruction
There is resurrection
After the fall
There is winter and spring
After the blossom
There is fruit to eat
After last years sour feast
There is nature’s regeneration
At our feet
After the cycle repeats
Can our dirty clouds be revived?
To rebirth our wheat
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Do Snails Go To The Ballet?”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/snails-go-to-ballet/
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
my darkest past
lives within
my newest cast
of a sunset’s east wind
i am back to reality
a speck in the crowd
writing about my journey
dreaming aloud
dream-times
are my best rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..
Pure White Gold
we all have our worth
here on mother earth
the apple I ate today was pure white
did I do wrong, or was I right?
to have that unadulterated bite
knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight
it is a crying shame
that our dreams are not all the same
who is to blame
for this loveless game
please give us some hope
so we may live to cope
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Featured Image Above: By Derrick Knight, and I am sincerely grateful to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos here in collaboration with my poems.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
The air I breathe
Purifying within
free to leave
free as the wind
I wonder at nature’s freshness
early in the morning
we take her for granted
our perennial mother earth
nurturing a new start to every day
I wish mankind could
begin afresh like her
Searches are many
answers unwound
mirrors our insanity
until eyes hear sound
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Hoot, listen and learn
The old wise owl said sternly
Hoot, then he adjourned
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
I missed out on the dawn sky
morning did pass me by
daylight grew wings and learnt to fly
my horizon fades out of sight
and twilight will turn into night
before I begin to write
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/water-wrinkled-hands/
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Above Images: My doggie Frankie, on his early morning walkie.
Before The Bell Rings
I am changing my daily routine
Now summer is in full swing
Hot like a fiery lantern
Before the breakfast bell rings
I will leave early and go walking
With doggie in tow, happily prancing
We will bathe in golden sunrises
Under the cobalt blue skies
Adorned with white cirrus stripes
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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