Above Grey Sky
A black curtain of cloud falls
How dark will this hour become
While daylight vacates the mind
A bitter wind cuts through sound
How silent will the hour become
Before the black dog flies off his chain
A bolt of lightning breaks through the sky
How radiant will this moment become
Before daylight reopens the cracks again
“There’s a crack in everything
that’s how the light gets in” … Leonard Cohen (Anthem)
Ivor Steven © October 2022
My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)
I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand
the words, I did not understand
I thought why? Put another brick in wall
ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall
there I stood alone, and stared
above the galaxy’s glare
my retinas were burning
last night’s moon had fallen
beyond the broad blue dawn
and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn
I then saw in our narrowing crevasse
the universe, in a blade of grass
Ivor Steven © October 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Here Comes the Sun Again”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/here-comes-the-sun-again/
Ivor Steven © October 2022
On my morning walk I took these interesting photos
Gatherers
There!
In the forest fringe
Gathering among the leaves and bark
Stood wooden knives and forks
The forks way outnumbered the knives
Why?
Were the splintered knives
On the cutting edge of extinction
Have the forks?
Wisely discovered the point?
That being one of nature’s gatherers
Is the only way to survive humanities
Wasteful and wanton waves of settlers
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
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The three Haiku that make up this one poem, originate from three different sources.
The first stanza/haiku was inspired by Jez’s Haiku
>> https://jezzieg.com/2022/09/30/haiku-427/
The second stanza/haiku was inspired by Bartholomew’s Fraiku
>> https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/09/30/fraiku-follow-the-money/
The third stanza/haiku is a haiku I created for this post
Echoes (3 Haiku)
Some human critters
Can be thoughtless litterers
Nature’s enemies
Co-operate greed
Unlimited boundaries
Without compassion
An unknown poet
Scrawls on recycled paper
Words become echoes
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
A poem I wrote after I had finished building my courtyard verandah, and I was feeling comfy and content …
I originally wrote this poem in November 2017, and the piece was then called “Luxury”, and today’s revision is the poem’s third version.
A Fortunate Man
Sometimes in life
Just when it’s right
There’s that moment
And today’s that moment
Sometimes we are lucky
Against all the odds
There’s that fortunate time
And here I am feeling blessed
Gratefully thankful
I write these words on today’s Newspaper
Reading tomorrows weather report
Happiness is here
Here right beside me
Under my verandah roof
Loving the luxury of home
Comfy with the fruits of my life
Sometimes a fortune is a sweet apple
Ivor Steven (c) November 2017
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about…
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I Have Been Both, Soft and Hard (a Tanka)
Soft as a feather
Suddenly the wind changes
To bitter and sharp
Swept in by the Atlantic’s
Hard curtains of cruel souls
Appropriately the “Tullawalla” journey began in Geelong, and I am proudly ecstatic to have my book launch here, back where the “Story” belongs …
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We Lost the Sea (a Haiku) … Tullawalla, page 117
Bridges of dreams crossed
The ocean and river spanned
Waters of love found
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)
Over the decades
I’ve lived through many storms
Yesterday
I read about an Atlantic island storm
After midnight
I had a dream about my life’s storms
At dawn
I shall open my door to the storms
I will then wait for my storms
To vacate the dark
And ask the morning sunlight
“Am I still the pilot”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
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