A Hard Floor

Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” Zoom meeting on Sunday morning, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/



A Hard Floor



Storms rush in, then go

High seas and undertows

My chaotic fears on show

Before the final covering snow


I will sit and hibernate

Here on a hard floor

While wintry months

Await the thaw


Only to find the exit door

Opens onto another hard floor






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Promote Yourself Mondays, February 14, 2022

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Logically, I Am Here

Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/



Logically, I Am Here



Nonsense and logic

What is the difference?

In our world today


A forest breeze

Caresses my senses

Like flowering gum-trees

Free up my defenses


I love nonsense

Is it my best sense?

My most creative sense

Is it my good mood sense?

Free of commonsense

And government expense






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Have We the Backbone? 

 
 
 
Are we ever going to change? 

Our attitudes 

Are we ever going to open our eyes? 

To the faded colour of our sky 


Are we clever enough to hear? 

The distress of nature’s sounds 

Are we brave enough to declare? 

The truth within our hearts 


When will it be safe enough to feel? 

Stardust between our toes 

Have we a strong enough backbone? 

To unload all the foolish gold 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Throwback Friday, Flowers For A Honey-bee, by Ivor Steven

Over at Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Throwback Friday segment, I posted a poem from February 2018, called “Flowers For A Honey-bee”

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I originally wrote this poem in February 2018

Featured Image above: My photo of, Barbara Roe Hebb’s, sculpture, “Pollen Pals”, at the Geelong Sculptors Inc. 2019 Exhibition

Flowers For A Honey-bee

Sagging like a half-broken branch

On a newly planted olive tree

In need of gentle husbandry

A new growth, a strong bud

To eventually replace thee

A younger twig for all to see

Alas, lack of nurturing stifled glee

And no fresh flowers for a honey-bee

Ivor Steven (c) February 2018

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 those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 4 years, and writing poems for 20 years…

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Chameleon

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Chameleon




I am slippery like an eel

I slide among the field

My mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze


Or I can be warm as toast

Sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

Not easy to see, but ready to please






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Rebirth the Blossom




Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme



After self-destruction

There is resurrection

After the fall

There is winter and spring

After the blossom

There is fruit to eat


After last years sour feast

There is nature’s regeneration

At our feet

After the cycle repeats

Can our dirty clouds be revived?

To rebirth our wheat






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Do Snails Go To The Ballet? is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine this week …

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Do Snails Go To The Ballet?”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/snails-go-to-ballet/







Ivor Steven (c) February 2022