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
Follow The Leader (a Tanka)
Spring grass is greener
The stems and stalks are taller
Nature’s endless gifts
Natural healthy fibre
My Doggies joyful pasture
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
The original poem was written in August 2018, and back then I was not considering writing a book, but ironically or fortunately all the pieces in Bold Italic and the titles of poems in new my book “Tullawalla”
A Poem About Me (Revised)
How to write a poem about me
The boy who lived by the sea
As a youngster, I was not a loud speaker
Just shy and quiet teenager
Who wondered about Dreams of the Heart
With my visions of yesteryear Well Preserved
I loved Vegemite, honey and ice-cream
Then my life became Just a Little Dream
Looking at the Crystal Clear Shallows on the bay
I saw Ripples of Inconsiderateness turn my hair grey
Struggling, life was disappearing after my stroke
Emotionally I was crying out, Who’s Left to Row the Boat
Needing strength, my stars echoed, “I do Thee Shine”
Now I’m left with these Words of Mine
Recalling the days during her Everlasting Smile
Leaving my empty hands full, of Memories and Rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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
My poem “Echoes” is up at Go Dog Go Cafe’s ‘Throwback Friday’
This poem appears in my recent book “Tullawalla” and was originally written in August 2019
Echoes (Tullawalla, page 147)
My night’s sleep was calm and sound
Despite the deafening noise of echoes lost a found
I heard the midnight owl singing
Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing
My blankets had not been disturbed
As if my shadow had slept unperturbed
And my mind had been emptied of today’s wind burns
Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems…
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Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Above Grey Sky
A black curtain of cloud falls
How dark will this hour become
While daylight vacates the mind
A bitter wind cuts through sound
How silent will the hour become
Before the black dog flies off his chain
A bolt of lightning breaks through the sky
How radiant will this moment become
Before daylight reopens the cracks again
“There’s a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in” … Leonard Cohen (Anthem)
Ivor Steven © October 2022
My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)
I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand
the words, I did not understand
I thought why? Put another brick in wall
ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall
there I stood alone, and stared
above the galaxy’s glare
my retinas were burning
last night’s moon had fallen
beyond the broad blue dawn
and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn
I then saw in our narrowing crevasse
the universe, in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven © October 2022
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
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
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