Category: The Moon

Moon Talk

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

Descending

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

Staring Back At Me (a Tanka)

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

Throwback Friday, Floating on the Moon

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

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)





Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)





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

All the Silver Spoons

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

Full Moon Rising

In the hush of a calm bay, the moon lifts above the palms as if ready to whisper its small truth to the night.





Full Moon Rising


There is a hush in the air
Below the full moon’s stare
Silence is golden
Eveningtide unfolding
The bay is dead calm
As the moon glares
Through Rippleside’s palms

“Why look at me
I’m only a tiny spirit
in the universe’s eternal sea.“

“Scan beyond your sandy quay
to find your celestial key.”








Ivor Steven ©  March 2026


Who’s Watching Whom

Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.


With two sharp‑eyed magpies and a pale daytime moon looking on, this little poem takes flight as a whimsical protest — a light‑feathered reminder that even the quiet watchers on the fence have something to say about the state of our cluttered world.



Who’s Watching Whom


I’m perched on the fence,
wondering about the world’s
lack of common sense,
and I ask the moon,
“Is there no end to this gloom?”

“Do not worry, my feathered friend –
this is not the end.”

“Soon there will be enough elbowroom
for everyone’s nom de plume
in the planet’s master bedroom,
after Mother Nature has donned
her cleaning costume,
and swept all of the needless showrooms,
backrooms, ballrooms, and boardrooms.”

“And the people should all help groom
their own untidy playrooms
with those unused yardbrooms.”




And here’s a song that hums along with the magpies’ quiet protest…




Ivor Steven ©  February 2026

Confetti Clouds

Featured Image Above: Daylight moon, slipping through confetti clouds — a silent witness to the world’s warring manoeuvrers, drifting apart.





Confetti Clouds


I’m slip-sliding downward
from behind the morning clouds –
or are they earth’s mourning shrouds,
discarded by the world’s warlords
then shredded into propaganda streamers,
to deceive all the invisible dreamers?

I am an unbiased, timeless observer
who has witnessed every violent crowd’s
mismanaged, murderous manoeuvre.






Ivor Steven ©  January 2026

A Mid-morning Affair


Listen while reading: Sigur Rós – Vaka (Untitled 1).



A Mid-morning Affair

Out beyond the doorway
Facing the great southern sky
I look up sideways to the east
And the mid-morning sun
Discovers my squinting eyes
Then I turn to the west
Where the mid-morning moon
Shyly locates my awakened stare

Here I stand, fair and square
Between the sun’s golden flare
And the moon’s untold affair

I wonder about the world’s current despair
Or should I declare
“Why is the world in such disrepair”







Ivor Steven (c) December 2025