Beyond the shimmering sand
And a comforting hand
A gracious spirit is in command
Wandering along life’s deviations
Are not treasonous reactions
A change of mindset to the left of centre
May create a mystical adventure
Tonight there shines a super-moon
Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon
And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams
That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Today I visited the “The Hue and Cry collective” art exhibition, with paintings by 3 talented local Geelong artists, Jenna Kernaghan, Daniel Hunt, and Nelson Ruler. The theme of the exhibition was “Chromatic Phenomenon”, and the Lowercase Poetry members were encouraged to go along and be inspired to write an Ekphrastic poem about the paintings… I have attached some photos of paintings, and my resultant poem …
Chromatic Pulse
words are emotions
the emotions of love and pain
words are eye-drops
the eye-drops of sunshine and rain
words are blood
the blood in oceans and drains
words are aromas
the aromas of flowers and grains
words are watered sand
the watered sand of trees and plains
words are dreams
the dreams in stars and heavenly gains
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Patience drifts around the clock
Patience floats in dry-dock
Patience hovers in transit
Patience belies my spirit
Patiently I walk
Patiently I talk
Patiently I listen
Patiently I have forgiven
Patience is the essence
Patience is my sentence
Patience is my burden
Patience is my warden
Patiently I wait
Patiently I update
Patiently I sleep
And alone I weep
Patiently I Compromise
Patiently I will arise
Patiently I mutate
Patiently I will gravitate
Patience commands my time
Patience is my crime
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I’m a day away from yesterday
And a day away from tomorrow
I need to borrow another day
Time is running away
Time is bursting at the seams
Time is melting into moonbeams
The hour is now
The hour is how
Between here and then
Beyond why and when
Where is the power in my pen?
Show me the tower of zen
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
Here I have revised yesterday’s poem ‘A Line in the Sand’ … by adding a stanza at the start, and a change to the final line … I’m not sure, but maybe the alterations are Ok…
A Line in the Sand (Revised)
Did you hear the latest hocus pocus?
About the world’s leaders lack of focus
And resembling old smokeless dragons
Can you sense the reloading of guns and cannons?
In my mind, I am searching for the olive tree
Please come walk with me
We will go to the seashore
And watch the dove’s soar
Hold my other hand
As I scribe a line in the sand
A message to the sky
Love and peace I decry
Will I receive an honest reply?
Or nothing, but more blind eyes?
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
I am searching for the olive tree
Please come walk with me
We will go to the seashore
And watch the doves soar
Hold my other hand
As I scribe a line in the sand
A message to the sky
Love and peace I decry
Will I receive an honest reply?
Or are we still on standby?
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
“In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.” –
Walt Whitman
Brave Heart
I always remember
The last time I saw the sun
I always remember
The last time I saw you run
Yesterday I remembered
The colour of your eyes
Yesterday I remembered
The colour of our brilliant sky
Today I remembered
The happiness in your smile
Today I remembered
The happiness of our every mile
Tomorrow I will remember
The final beat of your brave heart
Tomorrow I will remember
The unread pages of our lost charts
Ivor Steven (c) 17th April 2021
Nine years ago today, I took my lady to the hospital for the last time, finality was on the way, and the day was her Birthday… and two weeks later, she gracefully passed away….
Gracious Lady
There is a lady on the horizon
Slender against the dusk
Sliding down with the sun
She vanished in the daytime
Hiding between the dawn
And the fading moon
A quiet and gracious lady
Who would relax on her old garden seat
There between her lily pond
And her faithful dog
Waiting graciously to be set free
Far beyond her flowering wattle tree
Forever glowing, my brightest light
Forever shining, on my darkest nights
Ivor Steven (c) April 17th 2021
violent winds
and turbulent seas
left our fairy penguins
struggling to breathe
their tired wings
wore wounded feathers
frozen by the storm
testing the tiny creature’s
natural resilience
and vigilant rescuers
lined the blustery shores
nurturing the survivors in need
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
The poker faced cameraman said cheese
I thought, “I will have swiss cheese please”
The starter said, “Get on your marks”
Secretly, I was ready to fart
The referee pointed and said, “Get off the pitch
I swore, “Not my fault the guy was a bitch”
The train conductor said, “Who pulled that emergency cord?”
As I speed down the corridor on my skateboard
The teacher said, “Who wrote that silly limerick on the blackboard?”
And I hid behind the brick wall listening to Pink Floyd
The grumpy lecturer said, “Who lit that smoke-bomb in the Library?”
I was last seen mischievously rescuing the principal’s secretary
Ivor Steven (c) April 2021
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