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I’ve walked a thousand lonely miles

Looking for her everlasting smile

Gradually scaling Ararat’s steepest cliff

There, sipping from the grail’s cup of youth

 

I’ve travelled to the edge of time

To find the final word of rhyme

Where my sunrise soared into the sky

To recapture her last goodbye

Then I crawled on my hands

Searching for that broken line in the sand

 

I’ve dug myself a hole, deep into space

To join her spirit and grace

Releasing my star into the universe

And I awoke, to write more of this verse

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

When I’m physically able

And feeling stable

I like to stroll down my dead-end lane

Study the sky’s weather vane

Through the shapes of clouds to come

And by the brightness of the setting sun

Shredding prisms of light, today’s benediction

Bright red or dull grey, tomorrow’s true prediction

 

Here’s a fading horizon, nature’s ballet

Indicating storms are on the way

My camera captures a jilted twilight

At nightfall I see dusk’s mingling sights

A shadowed treeline, merges into the clouds dark kites

And I stand here witnessing sundown’s flight

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

My dying dusk is falling out of bounds

Evening clouds are not making a sound

I cannot hear moon shadows hit the ground

And I see the silent night being slowly drowned

Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned

The Goddess of Light, and I’m spellbound

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Sheltering

Under my bed-covers

Engulfed by a shadowy moon

Awake too soon

Mind’s out of tune

 

Sheltering

Under my verandah roof

Hiding from the morning sky

Where you won’t see me cringe and cry

Wings have been clipped, I cannot fly

 

Sheltering

Under my courtyard tree

Avoiding the winter sun

No !  not another rerun

White gowns, again undone

 

Sheltering

Beyond my distant horizon

Bypassing the grey clouds above

Nurturing my foxgloves

Surviving the touch of her love

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

 

I’m patiently waiting

In my Neurosurgeon’s rooms

The visit should’ve been a scheduled check-up

But here I am, explaining yesterday’s jolt

I had an episode whilst driving

I nearly caused an accident

I blacked out for a second

I lost power in my stroke affected arm and leg

I started to panic

I had to stop and rest

Fortunately I experienced

An immediate awakening

My senses came back

My quickened heart-rate slowed down

My specialist has banned me from driving

I’m to undergo scans next week

I’m confused and upset

I’m blessed and unhurt

There’ll be a week of having tests

Then I’ll be waiting for the results

Hopefully the outcome will be positive

And the awakening lightening bolt, was heaven sent

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

I’m flying above the clouds silver lining

Layers of soft grey velvet

Travelling beyond the sky’s golden horizon

Searching for my heavenly star

Bright as the golden sun

To warm my soul with that blanket of love

Sewn together by golden threads

Crafted by her sacred hands

Resilient as violin strings

Playing a tune, on an angel’s golden harp

Praising the sound of faeries wings singing hallelujah

Resonating a melancholy song upon the gold dust in my blood

Restoring my sleeping heart of pure gold, to restart

Remembering the last chapter, of my golden love story

 

Yesterday I was introduced to an interesting form of poetry, by Irma of ‘I Do Run’….. from her friend Jason,  “Jason also introduced me to the Hay(Na)Ku poetry from. It is similar in brevity to the Haiku with three lines but the word (not syllable) count is 1-2-3. The Hay(Na)Ku was created by a Filipina poet named Eileen Tabios in 2003   ”  . So here is my first go at ‘Hay(Na)Ku’… below…..

Pure:

Love

True gold

Life’s cycle

And the same song by Amanda Palmer, this time with the lyrics, however I still become teary with both of these versions, the video above is a glorious visual experience, and below, reading along with the lyrics is also a moving experience……I enjoy both…..

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019