Category: Poems

This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; Noteworthy. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . The below poem is my response to the prompt.


Centauress

I do not have to be famous to be noteworthy

Nor am I remarkably important

But within my fading soul I feel worldly



I do not have to be a President to be noteworthy

Nor am I significantly superior

But within my weary heart this story is newsworthy



I do not have to be a golden deity to be noteworthy

Nor am I the almighty creator

But within my lonely dreams I feel praiseworthy



I do not have to be anyone else but me

A earthy wordsmith, kind and trustworthy




Feature Image: The Centauress, by Rodin.

The Centauress is a provocative variation on the traditional equestrian monument. Instead of a hero mounted on a horse, the heroine and the horse have become one. Rodin combined two previous works in the design: The horse comes from an unrealized plan for a sculpture of a Chilean general. He adapted the woman from a male figure in The Gates from Hell.

Why create this amalgam? Rodin described a struggle between humanity’s “two natures. . . . An image of the soul whose ethereal impulses remain miserably imprisoned in the corporeal mire!”

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Curiosity opens my eyes at first light

I venture beyond my cocoon of fright

And begin to see the world’s perceived fears

Wingless, I crawl away from the sea of tears

Tired of romancing the stone

I threw a rock into the ocean

Hit the great white ghost in the head

And fed the hungry seagulls more bread

This is no time to throw the towel in

I just heard the bell for round two ring

The power of the universe glows at night

And I am but a finite in the infinite

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Today I’m presenting the other poem that I wrote at the poetry forum held on Sunday, a “Writing Circle”, hosted by Ali Grimshaw.

If you are you interesting in joining the wonderful world of Ali’s “Writing Circle” you can find more information via clicking on this link > > https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2020/11/10/sunday-writing-circle/

The Ordinary

Looking out my window

I hear, the wind blowing

I see, the sun glowing

I smell, the garden flowers

Suddenly there’s a thud

On the roof above

A branch from my neighbour’s tree

Landed on my verandah

Curiosity drags me outside

No obvious damage done

I smile and say “Hi”

To my courtyard garden

And the flowers respond

“Good morning Ivor”

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Yesterday I attended (via Zoom) an event called a, ” Poetry of Gratitude: Writing Circle”, hosted by Ali Grimshaw. During the meeting we were given two separate “5 minute” writing sessions to write two poems, and below is one the poems that I had written in my allotted time. Tomorrow I might present the other poem that I wrote.

If you are you interesting in joining the wonderful world of Ali’s “Writing Circle” you can find more information via clicking on this link > > https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2020/11/10/sunday-writing-circle/


On and On We Go



every second, a commitment

every breath, a moment

every moment, a feeling

every feeling has a heartbeat

and the beat goes on and on

a soft beat to every step, to and froe

and step by step the moments go

a quest for answers never stops

until our eternal sun drops

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Every day we ascend

We awake, stretch, and bend

Arise from our dreams

Curiosity bursting at the seams



Step by step we climb

In search of life’s rhyme

That crescendo of love

Cascading from above



The quest for answers never stops

Until our eternal sun drops

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020