Last evening I attended the Geelong Writers book launch of their annual anthology “Eclectic Words 2023”, and I am thrilled to announce that my piece “A Frollick of Forest Faeries” appears in the poetry section this prestigious Anthology.
The lyrics to “A Faerie Song (We Who Are Old)” by The Waterboys & William B Yeats
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
A piece I wrote on February 7th 2019. I was in Hospital recovering from my 3rd stroke (a minor one), but it was only 2 months since my previous stroke, and I was wandering around the place like a becalmed sailing ship waiting for the winds of change to send me home … The music I listened to during my stay, were mainly two Icelandic Bands, Sigur Ros, & Solstafir … I didn’t understand the lyrics, but the music seemed to be grand for my anxiety level …
Time and the Sea
There’s wasted time, hours and days gone
My time, between one procedure and the next
Time to explore this healing castle
Time to chat, to eager listener’s
Time to write, about realities and dreams
Time to observe the people’s living within
Time to think about the world’s problems
Time to visualise pictures of tomorrow
I’m not a patient in his bed
I’m free standing and waiting instead
I’m a walking and talking local poet
I’m not allowed to vacate the site
They want me near, to study my plight
They want me here, to secure my bed
They need me near, to look into my mind
They need me here, so I’m easy to find
Solstafir “Midaftann”
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/mi%C3%B0aftann-mid-evening.html
Now I have come home
After a journey on the deep seas.
The wave was so high,
The saltiness ate everything up.
I drowned in a black hole,
I pulled at the hand of death.
So high, it was so high,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon high in the sky,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon lighted a path.
So high, so high, wave of the sins, wave of the sins.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Wet Ground (a Haiku)
Sam the snail slithers
And slides over the wet ground
Clouds sound loud and grey
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Dragonflies and Butterflies (a Tanka)
In my garden chair
Royalty floats beside me
Regal dragonflies
And majestic butterflies
Hover in front of my eyes
Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Nightfall (a Musette)”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> Nightfall – Coffee House Writers
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
An enjoyable evening was had by all …
And over at Weekly Prompts, the Colour Challenge for December is: Red. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here
My Book stall was at the “Geelong Laneways Christmas Twilight Market”
Ivor’s Books Stall
I caught a bus into the city
My books, props, and meal
Fitted neat and tidy
Into my case on wheels
The weather was fine and mild
The anticipated crowd did arrive
All smiling like Destiny’s Child
And buzzed from stall to stall
Like busy bees in a hive
I had loads of interested views
And I sold several books
There were over fifty creative displays
Up and down the Avenue
And the festival entertainers
Attracted oodles of bemused looks
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Thank you to the editor, Jo, and her team, for selecting my piece in the Geelong Writers Inc. “AnoMaly Street”, Chapbook, Poetry With A Difference, Volume 2, No. 2
A Lanterne is a cinquain form of poetry, in which the first line has one syllable and each subsequent line increases in length by one syllable, except for the final line that concludes the poem with one syllable. Its name derives from the lantern shape that appears when the poem is aligned to the center of the page.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Hi dear readers and Especially my Geelong Followers, Come along to the Centrepoint Arcade on Friday 1st December, 5 pm – 9 pm, and say hello. I’ll be there at “Ivor’s Books” stall with my books “Tullawalla & Perceptions” and various other Anthologies and Chapbooks … they could be that “Something Different” gift idea for Christmas.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
“Forever is composed of nows.”– Emily Dickinson
Time Does Not Take Sides,
(or, Time Has No Sides)
The universe has been no stranger
To the world’s magnanimous mess
Regardless the sun
Continues to illuminate the sky
No matter what happens
Until the end of time
Earthlings believe
That time is on their side
Thoughtlessly blind to the fact
That time takes no prisoners
Hears no commands
And time has no sides!
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
My Vivacious Sunflowers
This is the start
Of something big
Something big and beautiful
And immensely bigger
Than my shrub’s
Lovely little ladybug
My new sunflower plants are thriving
And are about to burst into flower
My heart is pounding in anticipation
And I can sense the bushes vivacious tenacity
Spiritually enhancing my well-being
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
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