Following my loss
During the chaos
In the quiet intermissions
Tears would blur my visions
But clearness of sight did not even matter
Whether or not she had olive or hazel eyes
The closing curtain was already in tatters
I heard her eyes laugh, I felt them cry
And then I saw them die
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
The ‘Blood Moon’ Image: I cropped from the Melbourne Sun-Herald newapaper this morning
Yesterday and Today
What a difference a day makes
Yesterday
The sun exposed his golden handshake
Overnight
The blood moon infused my bedroom
Today
My yellow rose is in full bloom
Incandescent moon
Illuminates the hallway
Beyond the keyhole
Ivor Steven © November 2022
Blue sky and green meadows
What is the Proper Colour? (a Tanka)
Is it true to say?
Blue and green should not be seen
Without a colour
In between the sky and trees
Is the hue champagne, proper?
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
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A big thank you to Dale, for who I wrote a 16 word poem/comment on her site
>> https://adelectablelife.com/2022/11/05/weekend-writing-prompt-284-rule/ …
which later on, inspired to me to create this poem and music/video combination.
Featured Image Above: My photo of the guest bedroom wall, from when I was staying at my cousin’s (Maureen) place, in Philadelphia, May 2019
Will the Doves Ever Be Free?
Sunday morning
The bells are petitioning
For more than a King’s Ransom
Sunday’s doves are loudly singing
Their unceasing
And unfinished Anthem
Beyond Sunday’s unanswered sessions
The bells will not stop resounding
The Chimes of Freedom
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Today I have been proofreading my copy of “Perceptions”, and to break-up the tedious task of proofreading, I wrote this metaphorical poem about reading the book.
Beyond the Sky
Today I traveled to the stars
And touched the outer limits
Of the universe’s Milky Way
There, I opened a magical storybook
That had traversed the mysteries
Of my bedazzled mind
There, my unraveled visions were impelled
By a strong solar storm
Originating in the Atlantic Ocean
From beyond the windswept Isle of Wight
Then finally, my distant dreams
Cautiously touched down
On the curiously tranquil waters
Of Geelong’s windswept Corio Bay
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
I have copied and pasted my article from “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Throwback Friday segment … I’m afraid my computer has the ‘go-slow hic-ups’ tonight …
Here I am presenting a poem I wote in November 2019, which is in my book Tullawala, on page 23.
Ripples of Inconsiderateness (Tullawalla, page23)
Today, an arctic wind blow’s
I have winter socks on my toes
Spring’s forgotten to fill our garden barrow
Cold rains are still falling on the meadows
And on the ranges, there is new snow
Here, the ripples on the bay steeply grow
Shoreline sands are stinging airborne ammo
Our midday sun, did fail to show
Like a ship’s stowaway hiding in the cargo
He’ll be found warming himself in Moscow
It’s time to unload our winter crossbow
Give summer a turn to be the star of the show
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site.
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/11/02/ibsley-ford/
Special Announcement: Today I have a “Copy” of “Our” new book Perceptions for me to proofread on the weekend
Off-white
White moon and white mushrooms
White doggie and white clouds
Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight
After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite
Now I dream tonight
About the earth’s broken stalactites
And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white
Like a grubby plastic skylight
Now with foresight
My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight
And awaits her saviours next spaceflight
“Itmims” … Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Wryly the Moon Sighs
Looking up into the sky
There, beyond the clouds
The world’s afternoon pilot
Our phlegmatic half-moon
Petitions our eyes
And spiritually
Wryly sighs at our demise
Then wisely
Waits for twilight’s disguise
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
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