Here where I sit and write
Under my cosy verandah
I now have a new clock
Hanging on a roof post
A purchase from the MS shop
With a large Parisian style face
Most of my courtyard items
Are fondly given names
And in keeping with my space-craft theme
“Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space” – (Itmims)
I’ve appropriately tagged the time piece
After the ‘MS’ initials, “My Space”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
I bought a clock yesterday, to hang under my verandah today. Now time is close at hand, giving me notice of her demands… This poem is a repost from this Time last year.
Time Needs No Commands
The white moon has fallen late
A new daytime awaits
Rollover out of dream time
Rollover to the edge of time
Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby
And discover the blue curtain sky
It’s time to stretch and yawn
It’s time to feel the misty dawn
Stand in front of time’s open hands
Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s
The cloudy skies of daylight do fly
As moments of time flow swiftly by
Time moves on, needing no command
The sands of time, wait for no man
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
My poem is in response to a Halloween Prompt from Ingrid, at “Experiments In Fiction”, you can visit the Prompt and her site by clicking on this link >> https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/10/24/eif-poetry-challenge-8-halloween-special/
The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin
My locked bubble is about to go boom
A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb
Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom
Where my world was a rotting cave of doom
Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb
Being reborn like a smiling old groom
I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms
Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom
Flying over the full moon of autumn
Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume
Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum
And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime
now and then
I see the sunrise again
sip on tea and lime
and dream for a time
where are you old friend
hiding your face until the end
and I hear a distant tick-tock
buried under weathered rock
when it’s all said and done
my words fall one by one
inking blues, line after line
and I care not the time
and sand flows drop by drop
from the timeless clock
touching her silent cocoon
on the far side of the moon
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
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Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”
My Blue Statice Blooms Today
Love is a dirty word when I’m alone
Nervously shaking to the bone
Hearing myself rattle unseen
Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean
Awakening, my eyes slowly open
Nightmares diminish, now forgotten
The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds
My courtyard flowers, stand radiant and proud
Listening, I hear the bird’s morning calls
My gloominess gradually stalls
Sounds of music vibrate the walls
Nature’s crescendos fill my heart’s empty halls
Love is a dirty word no more
Love is within my skins every pore
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
In response to CalmKate’s Friday Fun Photo Prompt, “Odd One”. https://aroused.blog/2020/10/24/friday-fun-odd-one/
Did You Forget Something
Ahh!! There he is again
On the other footpath
Trying to look
Inconspicuous
But he stands out like
Dogs balls
Awkwardly fumbling
In his pockets
Desperately searching
Red-faced from embarrassment
He’s flustered
Then he drops it
Now, everyone can see
The item he found
There on the dirty ground
His face Mask unbound
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
A big thank you to Dwight Roth, for providing me with the inspiration to write this post today… here’s his fabulous haiku from earlier today ..
“When life overwhelms
Focus on what’s important
Nature’s beauty calls”
A Planter Box
I’ve been busy gardening
Soulfully so relaxing
And I’ve built a planter box
Out of leftover roof stocks
Large enough for cucumber seedlings
Their dream home for the warm season
Fertile soil and nurturing watering
To Produce a harvest worth devouring
Ten weeks away my first feast
Enough to feed the kids from the east
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
Are we a modern reflection of the moon?
Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon
Torn, tarnished, and running out of room
Where even the green witches have lost their brooms
A lonely planet of rocky dunes with a sun-burnt crust
Dark craters for oceans and rivers of dust
No vegetation to feed on, nor furry animals to kill
Only smelly whale bones and rotting pelican bills
Madly we think there is another new world
Just jet away to, and breed more crazy boys and girls
Our mad scientists know, humans have shamed mother earth
And we are entirely to blame for defiling her worth
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
My poem “Another Mad World” has been published at ‘Brave & Reckless’ today, and thank you to the editor Christine for accepting this piece…
Are we a modern reflection of the moon?
Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon
Torn, tarnished, and running out of room
Where even the green witches have lost their brooms
A lonely planet of rocky dunes with a sun-burnt crust
Dark craters for oceans and rivers of dust
No vegetation to feed on, nor furry animals to kill
Only smelly whale bones and rotting pelican bills
Madly we think there is another new world
Just jet away to, and breed more crazy boys and girls
Our mad scientists know, humans have shamed mother earth
And we are entirely to blame for defiling her worth
Ivor was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing poetry for 19 years, having numerous poems published in on-line magazines, and his works appear in Anthologies by, Vita Brevis, Fae Corps Inc, and Red Wolf Journal. He’s an active member…
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