Next year, after Easter
I’m flying north
Across a vast ocean
Towards a place called America
From the west to the east coast
Landing at the big apple
Taking a small bite, five days
Then a train from Grand Central Station
For a debut meeting with my cousins in Philadelphia
My Dad’s far away relatives
I shall rejoice in the reunion our family’s spirits
Oh yes, the dream of my lifetime
A fortuity beyond the realms of my imagination
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, friends, family and followers. Sorry I’ve not been around to all my fellow bloggers on WP, with my usual diligence and zest. As most of you might know, I had a 6 week stay in hospital, resting and recovering. However I’ve been keeping myself busy, in between nanna-naps, preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Waiting Time”, and of course along with the other 5 booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 6 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet
Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe
And, Tullawalla, Waiting Time
And I’m happy to say that I’ve now learnt how to print on both sides of the pages, thus halving my mailing costs for anyone interested in purchasing, for the price of postage and plus a donation for the MS shop. I have a PayPal account, to make payments easier.
Booklet #6: Tullawalla, Waiting Time
Cheers
From Ivor xx
Dawn Eyes: A Dual Haiku
Dawn eyes remain shut
Tiredness consuming my head
The birds are quiet
Eyes wide, looking up
I feel the ceiling crush down
Heavy sheets, like lead
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Hello dear readers, the poem below was originally hand written 2 weeks ago, during my stay in Isolation, and It was up on my Isolation Room’s Whiteboard, so I’ve decided to type up the poem, with a few minor changes and present the words again here today.
Your sky above
My sea below, our air in between
A cloudless dream
Floating on a gentle stream
Drifting across flat shiny pebbles
Emitting flat parallel beams
Carrying visions of hope
Hope for future scope
Time, to be wiped clean
Cleansed by soothing rain
Revealing warm sunshine again
Warm sun-rays, instead of dead X-rays
Removing yesterday’s old creams
Finding today’s new dreams
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m out of isolation
Home tomorrow afternoon
I’m as weak as a kitten
That’s been chased and bitten
I’m as tired as Leonard after his last song
My recovery shall be slow and long
I’m sure to need lots more rest
And there’s more examinations and tests
Over the next six weeks
But I’ll keep writing and giving cheek
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
“Hello dear pillow”
“You’re so kind and soft to my head”
I said to my fluffy white pillow
I recall, similar words being said
Years ago, when I was young
Talking to my backyard willow-tree
Hugging the grand old trunk
And saying to the tree
“Hello dear willow”
“You’re so kind, to let me climb you”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Reflect
Cloud level seven
A step closer to heaven
My time to reflect
Green
Green’s my spring colour
Sparkle on my angel’s wings
Green makes my heart sing
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I suppose you could call this post a “black and white comparison piece of writing”. This week’s, weekly photo prompt: Comparison
Dear readers for the last 5 days of my 2 weeks(so far) hospital stay, I’ve been in isolation, and to help me fill in my singular time here I’ve been using a large whiteboard to write my poems on, and I’ve been writing a poem or Haiku everyday, and of course, my whiteboard is now full. Hopefully this is a sign!!, and it’s nearly time for me to go home. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the process, both physically and mentally, and everyone around me has appreciated my writings, my nurses, doctors, attendants, administrative staff, and all my visitor’s, have all come in and had a read of my whiteboard over these day’s. I don’t think this isolation room has seen the likes of a plumber/poet before, and the buzzing atmosphere of expectation, in room 5 on level seven, has made it a pleasant place to be..
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m going for a procedure this morning, a bronchoscopy, an examination of my lungs. Hopefully they’ll have some good results for me, and I’m able to go home soon, so I can tend to my Day Lily.
Upon my pillow I sleep
Good morning, I do peek
From the cushion of my dreams
A pads radiating beams
Blushing red hues, oh so bright
You bloom during the night
After cuddling the dew
You open up your scenic view.
Flowering, standing proud and steep
Perfection at my feet
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove
And by Day you air your love
Ivor Steven (c) 2018.
