Faeries Calming The Soul
Today’s cool breeze, has dried my eyes
And I’m comfy, under this shady palm
Watching, sparkling faerie ripples on the bay
And silvery clouds waving to me from the sky
I see faerie footprints upon ageless sand
And the town’s daily ferry-boat sails by
I’m bathing in this day’s caressing faerie balm
And my fragile soul’s reciprocating the calm
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Happy birthday mate
No, I’m not late
I would have got that stare otherwise
No, never a cross word from your eyes
Everyday, the gentle guy
Yes dad, you were our sunrise
Kindness, compassion, a heart oversized
Yes dad, always by our sides
Everyday, you earned a Nobel prize
Yes dad, always loves in your eyes
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Today’s path is a moist slipway
Of moss covered tears
Sliding into His sacred bay
Full of dreams from bygone years
Silently revealing ripples of calmer days
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Gazing At The Amazing
Thor startles me out of slumber
And I’m sheltering under my verandah
Sitting here naked as the day I was born
Gazing at the amazing weeping dawn
Crying a bucket full of raindrops
Spreading sparkles with every wet plop
On the roof I hear a cascade from above
Big puddles are shimmering like leather gloves
Growing into a groundswell of high humidity
Soaking my body in sweaty liquidity
Then softly a caressing breeze cools my skin
While the courtyard garden’s sprouting wings
Nature’s evidence of the night’s heavy rain
And the heaven’s are opening up again
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
This weekend the Word/Photo Challenge for the monthly Colour Challenge, and for February the colour is Grey! (gray)… If you wish to join in the fun, go over and visit the Weekly Prompt’s site, by clicking >> Here
Today, I’ve attached two photos of our friendly grey marsupials, the Kangaroo’s and Koala’s. I’m afraid most of our marsupials have suffered massive losses during the horrendous bushfires this summer…..but I’m happy to report that most of the fire affected areas, have received significant amounts of rain today……and so my revised poem “Five Shades of Grey” is suitably appropriate for today’s welcome weather conditions…..
Five Shades of Grey
Daylight turns into night
Ravens scatter in mid-flight
Dark clouds overlay
Into five shades of grey
Thor’s hammer roars
His spark of fire, soars
Fiercely a flaming bolt strike’s
Piercing frightened psyches
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Alex
My trusty guardian
Shamefully
I’ve taken him for granted
That happy old chap
Who faithfully
Protects me
A loyal family friend
He’s always been around
Like an inherited heirloom
His age remains a mystery
He’s stoic and quietly stern
And I dare not ask him
The eternal keeper
Of our ancestral tree
Holder of heavens keys
Guarding life’s comings a goings
Waiting there, under shady leaves
Forever our courtyard centurion
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
The midweek Word/Photo Challenge is on the concept of HOME CRAFTS. Please go over and visit their fabulous site, “Weekly Prompts”, by clicking >> HERE
Today I have chosen my recent home hobby, of growing succulents in pots, and below is my interesting abstract poem, “What Is Your Name”…. Here-in lies my problem, I do not know any of their names… So below, I have number the plants 1. to 10. , and if there is any keen gardeners out there, that know their succulents, I would really appreciate your feedback…..starting with the plant in the featured image above….
Plant 1. Plant 2.
Plant 3. Plant 4.
Plant 5. Plant 6.
Plant 7. Plant 8.
Plant 9. Plant 10.
What Is Your Name
Oh, my darling young one
Your skin, so silky smooth
Oh, what is your name
Your pastel tones, so divine
Oh, will you stand here beside me
Your internal beauty captures my heart
Oh, my house is your home
Your eternal life, would grow and blossom
Oh, will my nurturing expose your soft soul
Your exquisite flower, a lovers reward
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
My tears are only droplets
Into a sea of grief
Despite my cloudy tears
I see, there above
The night sky is clear
Despite my inner gloom
I see, there above
A bright crescent moon
Despite my blinding wonder
I see, there above
She’s cradling a shining star
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
I Handed Her My Card
I had lunch at the office
That is, the Box Office Cafe
My favourite local eatery
I enjoyed a tasty Vietnamese salad
Then I took some photos on my camera-phone
Trying to capture the venues’ rustic atmosphere
Leafy plants in pots and hanging baskets
And there’s abstract paintings on display
Along side artworks painted directly onto the walls
All enhancing the Cafe’s peaceful aura
In front of the wine collection’s shelves
There’s a large table of magazines
Where my ‘Tullawalla Booklets’ lay for patrons to read
And as is my way, I started up a conversation
And there was a young lady at the adjacent table
Her name was Katie, and coincidently
She knew about the ‘Lowercase’ poetry group
I told her when and where, they were to next meet
Then she intimated she might attend the recital night
With a friendly smile, I handed her my poetry card
PS: Surprise, surprise, here I am back a the Box Office Cafe for breakfast, on Saturday morning, of the Australia Day, long weekend. I don’t often go out for breakfast, but the weather is perfect, and I’ve earned myself a treat this week. Below a couple of pic’s of my fabulous breakfast.
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Here Comes The Rain
The dawn’s dark rain-clouds
Of hovering graceful greys
Are cascading their silver linings
And the falling rain sparkles
Lighting up the morning sky
Resonating nature’s sounds
Heaven’s musical crescendo
The sweetest of all musical notes
A drumming of heavy raindrops
Dancing on the ground
And as the awakening rains
Come tumbling down
The torrents of regenerating waters
Are now crying rivers through burning trees
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
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