Sometimes, the moon finds us before we find ourselves.
Finding My Twilight Zone
Above the evensong’s
crimson horizon,
The silvery crescent moon
monastically glows alone,
Atop twilight’s purple zone.
Blessed and fortuitously gratified,
I surreptitiously return home,
Feeling miraculously satisfied.
A silvery crescent glows alone above twilight’s purple hush—accompanied by Nightwish’s “Sleeping Sun,” this moment finds its voice.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025
Golden Silhouettes (a Haiku)
Retiring crows fly
Across the golden sunset
I’m a blessed guest
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025
“Aftermath—time to rest our bones, with coffee, words, and Flight 505…”
Aftermath (aTanka)
Today is our time,
after the show is over –
to rest our old bones,
relax and regenerate
ourselves for the next event.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 5, Dreaming: A Poet’s Favourite Pastime
A Fire That Burns in the Cold
From behind the trees,
And out of the grasses,
We cannot stop the fire
-That burning desire-
From soaring higher,
Higher than the entire
Starry, starry choir.
So, best we inquire
To the Almighty Supplier:
“Will there be a ceasefire
at the top of your golden spire?”
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025
“The Market Opens at 5.00 pm Today”
Hi, dear readers and especially my Geelong Followers.
THIS FRIDAY 5 December
A Creative Christmas Market 5pm-9pm. Market stalls, workshops, and entertainment.
THIS SATURDAY 6 December
MAYD Xmas Festival – 10am-3pm – 40 stalls of makers and art. Open art studios, galleries, collectables, vintage
PLUS official opening of THE GIFT group show at Untether Gallery + Studio 1:30-3:30pm
Come to the Centrepoint Arcade on Friday, December 5th, from 5 pm to 9 pm, and Saturday 6th, from 10 am to 3 pm.
I’ll be at the “Ivor’s Books” stall with my books “Tullawalla, Perceptions, and Until Eyes Hear Sound”, as well as various other Anthologies and Chapbooks. They could be that “Something Different” gift idea for Christmas.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025
The Snail and the Butterfly
Midmorning; the day is breathing,
and Steve the snail is cruising.
I espy where he has been,
and I innately know who he wants to see.
Betty, the pretty butterfly,
is fluttering down from the trees.
A rendezvous with Steve is nigh.
Like Sigur Rós, breathing life into a quiet town, Steve and Betty meet in the stillness of morning.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025
A wintry first of December—where summer forgets itself beneath cloud and quiet flight.
Summer Forgotten
December ‘one’ has forgotten to remember
that it is the first day of summer.
Nature’s clandestine cloud-lover
has eloped with the sun’s warm river.
There shall be no supernova today;
even the hardy magpie has run away.
Ivor Steven (c) December 1st 2025
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Climbing the Stairs” is in this week’s edition.
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>>https://coffeehousewriters.com/climbing-the-stairs/
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
Lulu Books >> Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)
Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.
Ivor Steven © December 2025
“The soul has illusions as the bird has wings.” — Victor Hugo
“One Day,” when I photographed a wedge-tailed eagle gliding across a clear Victorian sky. Its silhouette stirred something ancient — a whisper of myth, a search for meaning.
This ‘Telestitch’ poem was written in response to Coffee House Writers’ monthly poetry assignment, and for the Weekly Prompts “One Day” Monthly Challenge. To visit their fabulous site, click >> Here
Eagle (a Telestitch)
The wistful wedge-tailed eagle,
Soars toward the mystical Southern Aurora,
Searching for the anomaly’s hidden beginning,
Hoping to find the missing Holy Grail.
All the horizon’s dreams dissolve into the sky’s finale.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
On Wednesday evening, I attended the launch of ‘Anomaly Street’, the 2025 Geelong Writers Anthology/Chapbook. Two of my poems appear in the collection, and I was honoured to recite A Malay Kris and A Cracked Brick Wall.
The gathering was warm and welcoming, each reading revealing the diversity of voices within Geelong Writers. For me, the highlight was hearing my words resonate aloud among so many fine works. Holding my copy of Anomaly Street, I felt part of a living street of voices, distinct yet harmonising in community.
The poem is composed of comments/anecdotes I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles from that time. In stanza order, they are.
1 – Nancy, Order Of The Snake – The Elephant’s Trunk
2 – Beth, expression. | I didn’t have my glasses on….
3 – Bart, Monday Poetry Prompt: Under the Cushions | Living Poetry
4 – Violet, Untouched by Regret | Thru Violet’s Lentz
5 – Ivor, A response to Nancy’s comment, https://ivorplumberpoet.press/2025/08/14/surprise-surprise-a-tanka/
6 – David, Breaking hours, or: Yet it flows – The Skeptic’s Kaddish
My second poem in the Anthology
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
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