Rudolf meets Frankie
Now, five weeks before Christmas
World peace is their wish
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Rudolf meets Frankie
Now, five weeks before Christmas
World peace is their wish
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
In May this year, I attended an Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop at the Foundry Studio & Gallery. Today’s Poem/Tanka is another piece I wrote from that day, and which I have not posted on my site before now.
Featured Image Above: My photograph of, Lee McGrath’s fascinating painting, “Winter Flame Tree” (Acrylic on canvas)
A Sad Winter Flame (a Tanka)
Dismayed, how to stop
Leaning against the hard rain
Unseasonal pain
Sodden, a sad winter flame
Downtrodden, a stained Ukraine
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
A big thank you to Dale, for who I wrote a 16 word poem/comment on her site
>> https://adelectablelife.com/2022/11/05/weekend-writing-prompt-284-rule/ …
which later on, inspired to me to create this poem and music/video combination.
Featured Image Above: My photo of the guest bedroom wall, from when I was staying at my cousin’s (Maureen) place, in Philadelphia, May 2019
Will the Doves Ever Be Free?
Sunday morning
The bells are petitioning
For more than a King’s Ransom
Sunday’s doves are loudly singing
Their unceasing
And unfinished Anthem
Beyond Sunday’s unanswered sessions
The bells will not stop resounding
The Chimes of Freedom
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
The weather is wet and windy here in Ballarat, but that does’t matter. I’m resting, relaxing, and enjoying the break. Today’s poem is from June 2019.
Featured Image above; Street art on a building next door to the ‘Analogue Academy’, where my book launch was held on Saturday.
A Crescendo For Peace
Sounds of music, ring in my mind
Our hearts beat, to a slow drum
My soul hears the rhythm of life
I see angels playing a harp’s serenade
In harmony with the royal string quartet
Grand orchestra’s loudly join in
And choirs of the world are singing our song
Together, chiming the peace-bells of our time
Creating a crescendo of music, ringing in my mind

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Cassa Bassa. “It’s sad but reflecting a side of truth.
Ivor’s reply. “Despite humanity’s scientific advancements, their humanitarian skills are nonexistent”

Ask a Blade of Grass
Yesterday I looked up
At a grandfather clock
And saw the hands of time
Today I look above
At the gloomy clouds
And see beams of light
Appear through cracks in the sky
Tomorrow I will look down
At our war-torn ground
And ask a blade of grass
Why? Peace cannot be found
In our time
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
A poem from early in year, while I am here laid up in bed with a sore back
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 funmbling
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
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
There beside the path
A robust green stalk appears
Renewal is here
Nature’s reclaiming her crown
A sunflower tall and proud
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022


This Endless Storm, (a Tanka)
Beyond the storm clouds
What lays ahead for mankind?
Behind His torn shroud
I see only the dark side
Of bombing children blindly
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem“Metamorphosis”, 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/metamorphosis/


Thank you to Derrick Knight for sending me his butterfly photo to accompany my caterpillar photo >> https://derrickjknight.com/
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
Like the Ukraine war itself, being disconnected from any peace process .. I deliberately constructed my poem without any conjunctions
Sad Old Sky (a Senryu)
Hard rain strikes again
Awakening old tired eyes
Sad sky falls to ground
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022