I am ecstatic that during this month of personal remembrance for me, to have my special poem/Tanka, “Rivers of Love” published at Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for accepting my piece .. Pease go and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/rivers-of-love/
Rivers Of Love (a Tanka, with an introduction quote) Written by, Ivor Steven
“How many rivers of tears must I cry. Before all the deepest wells run dry” …Ivor Steven, May 2012
The hail’s coldness stings An old wind pierces my eyes As yesterdays tears Etch raw ravines in my cheeks Her rivers of love run deep
And after reading her beautiful quote … a poem that I wrote back in May 2018, now appears to be more meaningful than what I originally thought my words were about.
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” ― Leonard Cohen Featured Image Above: taken from the lookout at the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, overling the emerald valley …
An Emerald Tapestry
I resumed living last decade
Narrowly surviving gravities finality
Now, I lean against my tower’s balustrade
That overlooks an emerald valley
Echoing from my castle’s balcony
I hear Leonard Cohen’s words about life’s pagentry
“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman
Intertwined
Why are we deaf and blind?
How can we be so silently unkind?
Nature is not our kitchen to be redesign
Mother Earth is our holy shrine
Our one and only protective rind
All we need, is her love intertwined
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Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave
I’m quite baffled as to what title I should give my little poem below. The “Weekly Word Prompt” for this week is : Baffling << Click on Baffling. I’ve a few baffling ideas, but nothing that I’m happy with, maybe you wonderful readers could come up with a suitable Title, ??
“True Believers”
I know your face, I’ve seen it before
A faded memory, a voice through the door
Tell me your name – are you friend or foe?
A star-crossed lover with nowhere to go
True believer you’re an open book
The stalls are empty everywhere you look
So long to a night well spent
You can’t remember where the money all went
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
Let’s go dancing in our Sunday clothes
Let’s raise a glass to the life we chose
Can’t believe after all these years
You’re still laughing – it brings me to tears
Sinking slowly – the champagne flowed
I was a child up until you showed
Don’t be ashamed – let there be no regrets
For the nights of madness we can’t forget
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
Tell me your name – I’ll keep you in mind
A true heart is the hardest to find
I know your face – I’ve seen it before
A faded memory at the nightclub door
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 