Please Note: All the attached images are photo montages that I have created, and then they were enhanced by Copilot.
A lone spirit lifts through the moon‑washed clouds, moving toward whatever waits beyond the unknown.
The Unknown (a Haiku)
Through the clouds I fly
I’m a spirit of the night
The unknown is mine
The spirit keeps drifting, following the quiet pull of the unknown.
Ivor Steven © July 2026
In the cool, silvery hush between daytime calm and midnight cloud‑glow, tonight’s full moon drifts above, coinciding with the poem’s own shifting rhythms below.
Below the Coconut Palms
The world’s a sphere of disparity,
like the incongruity
between the becalmed daytime moon
and the shiny orb’s cloudy midnight party —
savouring dark-side ice cream with a silver spoon
and sipping on milky star-dust until noon.
While down here on planet Earth,
between Perth and Fort Worth,
I perceive nothing is calm
below the empty coconut palms.
Where wanderlust meets wonder — let this song carry you to the far places your heart remembers.
Ivor Steven © July 2026
“In this place of darkness and malediction we can but stand in awe and remember its stateless, faceless and nameless victims. Close your eyes and look: endless nocturnal processions are converging here, and here it is always night. Here heaven and earth are on fire.” — Elie Wiesel
A reminder that even in a world shadowed by sorrow, the night still offers its quieter lights — small, celestial gestures that help us keep looking up.
Two Heavenly Lights
I’m a sucker for a crescent moon,
and there below his silver spoon
on this cloudy wintry night
I espied another bright light —
a vision unexpectedly imbued,
sidling toward the glowing moon.
Venus, elegantly blushing with attractiveness,
and the moon beaming with handsomeness —
two twinkling heavenly lights
coyly conversing through the veil of night.
Ivor Steven © June 2026
In keeping with this week’s moon theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem drifts back to November 2024, when the moon seemed to whisper of endurance and flight. Drawn from Chapter 6 of Time Hears No Sound, Travel and Life: Time Flies — it traces the solitary courage of a seagull chasing horizons.
Under the full moon’s watch, the journey continues — across water, memory, and time.
Full Moon Rising
I am an aging seagull
And I must be out of my skull
Thinking that I’m fit enough
To fly further than the bluff
No matter, there is a full moon
To guide me across this barren dune
My journey is a lonely one
But I’m not to be outdone
I know there is another blue ocean
Beyond this World’s wavering horizon
And under this quiet moon, the journey keeps unfolding — one small, steady heartbeat at a time.
Ivor Steven © June 2026
Between the moon’s low, soft glow and the sky’s slow‑moving clouds, my flight over the moon reminded me how even the quietest moments can hear the light.
Please note: All attached photos were originally taken by me, and then, with Copilot’s assistance, the moon has been enlarged, and the photos subsequently sharpened and enhanced
Beyond the Midday Moon
The midday moon
is less than 10° above the horizon —
low enough
for my weary wings
to fly over.
The morning clouds are dispersing,
and up here, above the moon,
my shadows are free
to echo my dreams.
Between the sky and the moon,
I gaze into their shared light —
sometimes life is out of sight,
other times everything is alright,
either way, they welcome
my unspoken words,
whether day or night.
A song that drifts in the same strange daylight as the poem — a quiet companion to the light above us.
Ivor Steven © June 2026
It’s been a week of wild weather and wilder WordPress moments, but today the moon slipped through the clouds with a smile, reminding me that even the sky resets itself.
Over at Weekly Prompts. The monthly Colour Challenge is, Blue. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
Moon Talk
G’day everyone.
After some wet, windy, wintry days
and a worrying and wearisome
WordPress app week,
it was a relief to see the moon’s glowing face.
I looked above the tranquil trees
toward the clearing, cottony clouds
and there, at last, I saw the moon’s
handsome, happy face —
and finally we could resume
our “Happiness” conversation
after resolving the week’s
glitched frustrations and consternations
(contaminations… contradictions… take your pick).
And as the moon drifts on and the music finds its rhythm, I follow along — lighter now, and finally in step again
Ivor Steven © June 2026
In the hazy mid‑morning light, the moon lingers above the trees as if carrying a memory too heavy to hold.
Descending
Descending through the treetops
the moon appears to stop —
pausing for a moment,
looking despondent.
Naturally, I ask
“Why such a gloomy face?”
“Only a millennium ago
the earth was a jungle of trees,
but now I perceive
only a fallow globe of woe.”
The moon moves on, whispering its sorrow to anyone willing to listen.
Ivor Steven © May 2026
Feature Image Above: was created by Copilot and me.
Stepping outside, I find the night moon is still following me.
Staring Back At Me (a Tanka)
It’s after midnight
I’m out, beyond the front door
The night is cloudy
But I can still see the moon
There, watching my every move
And the moon kept following me as if the night wasn’t done with me yet
Ivor Steven © April 2026
In keeping with this week’s ‘Moon’ theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2021) is drawn from my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound. It appears in Chapter 8: Poetry in Slow Motion, and if you need to have a chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon.”
Floating On The Moon
I am not always wrong
And at times, I may have been right
Behind my mask, I smile
And at times, I grimace
Numbness has entered my bones
Clumsiness guides my pen
Awkwardness precedes my stride
Uneasiness resonates in my voice
I am not able to walk on water
And at times, I have sunk like a stone
I live within my soul’s cocoon
And at times, I am floating on the moon
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
A soft moon above shapes my morning thoughts below — a light flight into privilege and perspective
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Monthly Colour Challenge is Silver. To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here.
All the Silver Spoons
I’m not a fallen star,
nor have I seen the light
from afar.
But I am falling
back to earth
in an empty jar.
There’s nothing like a flight
around the moon
to ceremoniously lampoon
any doubts about who owns
all the silver spoons.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
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