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The Creamy Side of the Moon

Feature Image Above: was created by Copilot and me.

After a quiet visit and a long walk back to earth, these words arrived with the evening light.

And for Sadje’s: What do you see #339- 4th May, 2026. I chose this Photo
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The Creamy Side of the Moon

Here I stand with my wedding spoon
on the creamy side of the moon

I’ll be home sometime soon
Probably midafternoon

I’ve been visiting her crystal tomb
on the tawny side of the moon

Then, my friendly and sympathetic flock
will guide my spirit back

Later, after I’ve emptied my backpack
and downed a glass of cognac
Frankie will lead me back
along our earthly walking track

For the moments that linger between moonlight and the gathering birds, let this song carry you the rest of the way down to earth.

Ivor Steven © May 2026

Neapolitan Sky

The evening sky unfolded in soft Neapolitan colours, and with it came memories, tenderness, and the quiet echo of a vow once spoken.

Neapolitan Sky

Twilight’s sentimental pink sky
Triggered old memories behind my eyes

While the horizon’s creamy eiderdown
Composedly kept me calmly bound

Then dusk’s velvety edge
Reminded me of our pledge

From the moment our togetherness found its start
We whispered our promise — “’Til death do us part”

“All rivers journey to the sea,
so let your heart rest peacefully —
I know she’s now free.” … Ivor Steven © May 2026

Ivor Steven © May 2026

Life’s Missing Teacher

These four couplets unfold like stepping stones — small pauses across the quiet waters of loss. Each one holds a moment of recognition, a shift in understanding, a breath before the next step. Paired with Leonard Cohen’s “Teachers,” the poem traces the lessons we never received, and the ones we learn only by walking toward them

Life’s Missing Teacher

I never found a teacher,
who taught me how to grieve.

The unforeseen creature
was difficult to perceive.

After unplugging her extension cord,
time was always near.

While wandering toward
the edge of life’s weathered pier.

Ivor Steven © May 3rd 2026

Sun, Trees, and Birds

These images caught my eye today — the sun climbing higher, the trees reaching upward, and the birds carving Bach’s Cello music through the air. They became the foundation of the poem below.

Sun, Trees, and Birds

Like a stab in the dark,
Where do I start

Is the sun my spark,
Or the trees in the shady park

Talking to the larks
Is my trademark

There below the sun’s warm arc,
And above the trees’ ritual bark

I hear the birds’ melodious hark,
Nature’s own cellist playing Bach

Ivor Steven © May 2026

A Sky High Spider (a Tanka)

A sky‑hung spider paused above me, its long legs offering the day’s small surprise.

A Sky High Spider (a Tanka)

High above the ground
The spider hangs from a leaf
By a single thread,
Skillfully, without a net —
Nature’s six-legged trapezist.

A touch of quiet strength to mirror the spider’s patient art.

Ivor Steven © April 2026

Magazine features my new poem, “Email Overload.”

Featured Image Above: The image is a photomontage of my computer desk, a Pandora Box, and my imaginary space craft, ‘ITMIMS’ (Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space)

Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem, “Email Overload,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below.
>> Email Overload – Coffee House Writers

‘ITMIMS’ – Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space

Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : 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.

“Spirit Bird”

There are moments when a song gathers everyone in the room into one breath. Watching “Spirit Bird” live in Brussels, I felt that pull — a reminder that we’ve walked this path before, laughed and cried before, stood on this same wounded ground before. And still, the spirit rises.

Morning’s silent wings keep tracing the same old stories.

“Spirit Bird”

Yes, we’ve seen it all before
“Give it time, and we wonder why,
do what we can, laugh, and we cry
And we sleep in your dust
because we’ve seen this all before.”
… The finale lyrics from Xavier Rudd’s emotional song “Spirit Bird.”

Staring Back At Me (a Tanka)

Feature Image Above: was created by Copilot and me.

Stepping outside, I find the night moon is still following me.

Staring Back At Me (a Tanka)

It’s after midnight
I’m out, beyond the front door
The night is cloudy
But I can still see the moon
There, watching my every move

And the moon kept following me as if the night wasn’t done with me yet

Our Shy Half-moon

A warm autumn sky, a bright afternoon, and a half‑moon trying not to be noticed.

Our Shy Half-moon

In our sunny Autumn sky,
the afternoon’s silvery half-moon
is naturally simple to pinpoint.

Especically
if you study your moon-chart app’
before you dip your eyes
into the dazzling blue yonder.

But beware — do not stare.
Our daytime moon is rather shy
about being exposed
by the sun’s intrusive glare.

A bright little moon‑tune to echo beneath the daylight sky.

Lest We Forget (a Haiku)

As the sky deepened to red, the day’s meaning settled softly around us.

Over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the weekend of the month, which means it’s time for the One-Day Prompt. Here in Australia, it’s that One Day of the year when we commemorate ANZAC Day. To visit the Weekly Prompts site, please click on >> Here

Lest We Forget (a Haiku)

Twilight’s blood red sky
Quietly reminded us
About ANZAC Day