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