Featured Image Above: A photo by Derrick Knight, and a sincere thank you to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos along my poems. You can visit his site via this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/09/05/greener-graveyard-grass/
The Path (a Senryu)
His tired empty heart
Travels a lonely path
In a dusty cart
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Some Time Now
Today’s anniversary is fouty five yeas
A marriage of happy smiles, then sad tears
Our color is both red and sapphire blue
Representing the depth and stability of you
Anniversaries, they come, and they go
Some time now since that final May snow
Anniversaries, my soul does not let them pass
Some time now, I reminisce the last
Anniversaries, none ever forgotten
Some time now since your everlasting smile was taken
Anniversaries, over coral and every colour
Some time now since your tidal wave of valour
Anniversaries, when love grew stronger
Some time now since the years became longer
Anniversaries, covered by, love, suffering and pain
Some time now since our river flooded with rain
Your troubles fell, with an Autumn leaf
Forever enshrined, our promises of belief
Ivor Steven (c) September 10th 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, today I am presenting another Haiku … I seem to be on a roll for writing Haiku lately … and I have no rhyme or reason as to why this is so … but I do enjoy the challenge of their concise format …
Church Mouse (a Haiku)
I hear church bells ring
Did an elder church mouse die
Grey clouds always cry
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to mbrazfieldm, for allowing me to borrow her “Three Word Line”, which I used here at the beginning of my Haiku… You may visited her incredible site by clicking on the link >> https://wordslessspoken781842219.blog/2021/09/02/3wordpoetpost-15/
Candles (a Haiku)
Our Burning Silence
Magnifies our own problems
Candles in the wind
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pebbles Fade into Dust”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem at Coffee House Writers …
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Time is an eternal sundial
The sun rises and the sun sets
Tides roll in, tides go out
The rivers ebb and flow
And the gray clouds of life
Continue to fly on by
Curtains open and curtains fall
The audience wants more
Feel the crowd roar
Last night, did you hear the moon call?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
The hard rain has been falling again and flooding the man made drains…
Raining Pain
Can you hear the rain?
I can’t see above the clouds
Can you feel her pain?
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
Today’s poem is a self portrait piece I wrote in September 2018, which I posted earlier today on Go Dog Go Cafe >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/09/03/throwback-friday-looking-at-the-mirror-by-ivor-steven/
Looking At the Mirror
I see an oldish bloke, who likes to write poetry
Personal topics and our world’s society
Why don’t I try to write a bigger story?
Flash fiction, and there’s enough for a book
Am I too afraid to really look?
All my poems are quite shortish
Like last year’s birthday cake wish
Maybe I’ll say, “I’m far too lazy”
I can’t tell them, I’m a bit crazy!!
Nor that I’m a mad Lord of Wizardry
Best I turn the mirror, for another view
They want to know about me and you
I see a bald man, just like my dad
And that’s not at all bad
I always said, if I grew up
To be half as good as my dad
I’d be very happy and proud
And well ahead of the crowd
He was a kind and thoughtful man
I suppose I’m honest and lend a hand
I see, I’m showing my age
My journey has torn many a page
And it’s not that I’m overly sad
My veneer shows everyone I’m glad
I’ve lived my promise, for better and for worse
And I loved my job, a carer during her curse
Ivor Steven (c) September 2018
Featured Image above; The Athabasca River, Alberta, Canada, taken by Uncle Dick Meyer ..
Dark Rivers
We are not Robots
We are not managed
By remote controls
We are of flesh and bone
We are of spirit and heart
Receptive to compassion and love
The rivers do run
And the rivers do part
Falling into oceans of dying souls
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
A big thank you to Editor Irene Toh for including my poems Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls, they were up yesterday, among some great poems by many wonderful writers, in Issue 19 of Red Wolf Journal, an anthologized PDF selection of pieces addressing a “My Dream Of You” theme.
Cascading Snowflakes and Time Strolls were originally published at RWJ earlier in the year, in their almost-daily journal, surrounded by many other fine works, so I’m thrilled and very honored to have been selected for the anthology.
And today I shall present “Cascading Snowflakes”
Red Wolf Journal
Issue 19 – Fall 2021
My Dream Of You
Cascading Snowflakes
by Ivor Steven
A morning blizzard of hailstones
Smothers my old frozen bones
Polarized, I am shivering head to spine
Chilling my chasms of hard lines
Daily coldness unwrapping
Mid-morning thawing, eventually happening
Melting, my eternal iceberg breaks
Into an avalanche of cascading snowflakes
Covering me in a white blanket of crystal firestones
Gradually warming my lonesome bones
Turning my purple blood into glowing red
Clearing heavy fogginess from my head
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021
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