frozen
the world is becalmed
zero
the last autumn day
time
a ghostly sundial shadow
frost
blankets the ground
icicles
hinge on the trees
birds
silently catch their breath
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
frozen
the world is becalmed
zero
the last autumn day
time
a ghostly sundial shadow
frost
blankets the ground
icicles
hinge on the trees
birds
silently catch their breath
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
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Mother nature is my gardener
My living dance of life
I follow her guiding waltz
And let her conduct the lead
Where everything in her wonderland is real
Everything I touch, I can feel
And inside every blade of grass
Everything I see is a fairyland field
Every aroma from the magical forest
Gently breezes across my forehead
Every midnight moonbeam
Covers me in a silver dreams
Every golden ray of sunshine
Lights up my dreams like a neon sign
I cannot control the sun
I cannot control the waves
But I can control the energy I receive
From every moment there is a second
Every second is a piece of time’s errand
Every errand is a part of life’s legend
Below is a music/video of Hanna Kah’s brand new song “Tell Me Who I Am”, and if you have time, their new hit is well worth a listen …
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
This a poem is from about this time last year(May). Today is only the second day of another enforced “Lockdown” , but I feel like I have been flattened by a slow moving Council steamroller … I cannot write a poem today, so this old piece will have to do !!
Weariness
I am not one, to feel depressed
This is more an aura, of been oppressed
Bones are aching
Muscles are throbbing
And I feel like I have run a marathon
But I have hardly ventured out into the fray
Here I am in isolation
Wondering about the sun’s X-rays
I am not one, to feel depressed
This is more an aura, of been oppressed
I have a thumping headache
My misty eyes are tired
And I feel like I have rewritten the Bible
But I have only been writing a poem a day
Here I am in isolation
Wondering about my future’s stairway
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
Here is Throwback Friday post from “Go Dog Go Cafe “
My poem ‘Water-logged Boots, was published at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, in November 2019, and thank you to the editor Kristiana for her kind consideration of my piece…
Yes, I am small in this overburdened world
But I flutter freely when unfurled
I could be a family picture collage
Or a tiny squirrel amongst the foliage
On his journey, of ups and downs
Collecting and storing his acorns
The trick is to enjoy the ups
While the floodgates are shut
Sometimes, I did nearly drown
Other times, I floated upside down
During the many seasonal rains
I wondered if I would ever swim again
So then, I pretended to write a biblical book
Ignorantly thinking no-one would ever look
Afterwards, I thought I could walk on water
Then my boots became water-logged
And if you need to walk a mile in my shoes
You will have to learn how…
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Featured Image Above: Again, a big thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his fascinating photo of ‘soggy soft toys hanging on a gate’ . Visit his article via this link >> An Arboreal Charnel House – derrickjknight
Sogginess Sets In
Old soggy soft toys
Once cuddled with joy
Outside hanging around
Tears caress vacant sounds
Searching for the tenderness
Of yesterday’s missing fondness
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Surprise, Surprise !! The Red Wolf Journal has just published a “2nd” poem of mine, for their Fall Anthology, ‘My Dream Of You’ .. Now I am doubly grateful to the editors Irene and Tawnya accepting this piece too …
Cascading Snowflakes
by Ivor Steven
A morning blizzard of hailstones
Smothers my old frozen bones
Polarized, I am shivering head to spine
Chilling my chasms of hard lines
Daily coldness unwrapping
Mid-morning thawing, eventually happening
Melting, my eternal iceberg breaks
Into an avalanche of cascading snowflakes
Covering me in a white blanket of crystal firestones
Gradually warming my lonesome bones
Turning my purple blood into glowing red
Clearing heavy fogginess from my head.
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. His book, Tullawalla, was recently published. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), and is a team member/barista with the on-line magazine, Go Dog Go Cafe (America).
My poem “Time Strolls” is up at Red Wolf Journal. I am grateful to the editors Irene and Tawnya for accepting this piece for their Fall anthology, ‘My Dream Of You’
Time Strolls
by Ivor Steven
I am no sleepy koala
Nor a pretty brolga
I am stoic and ancient, like Mount Olga
An old scribe from Tullawalla
You cannot feel my heart
Nor can you see my star chart
I am an astronaut without a spacecraft
An old pilot from the lost Ark
I am not flying alone in the dark
Nor will I swim among the hungry sharks
I am a dreamer fishing for humanities restart
An old disciple waiting to disembark
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years. His book, Tullawalla, was recently published. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), and is a team member/barista with the on-line magazine, Go Dog Go Cafe (America).
Today’s poem I wrote after an interesting conversation with the ‘witty’ poet Don Matthews >> The Flippant, Comic, and Serious – The poetry etc of Don Matthews (donmatthewspoetry.com)
Featured Image Above: SPRING FESTIVAL – Fantasy & Abstract Background Wallpapers on Desktop Nexus (Image 716964)
Wonderland
In between never ever happy
And always blissfully happy
There swings a world of happiness
Not for from the seesaw of tenderness
Living together upon a sandy sea of friendly hands
Near a mysteriously lost planet called Wonderland
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.