Time Strolls, up at the “Autumn Edition” of Red Wolf Journal

A big thank you to Editor Irene Toh for including my poems Time Strolls and Cascading Snowflakes, they are up today among some great poems by many wonderful writers, in Issue 19 of Red Wolf Journal, an anthologized PDF selection of pieces addressing a “My Dream Of You” theme. 

Time Strolls and Cascading Snowflakes were originally published at RWJ earlier in the year, in their almost-daily journal, surrounded by many other fine works,  so I’m thrilled and very honored to have been selected for the anthology.

And today I shall present “Time Strolls”

Red Wolf Journal
Issue 19 – Fall 2021
My Dream Of You


Red Wolf Journal

Time Strolls
by Ivor Steven

I am no sleepy koala
Nor a pretty brolga
I am stoic and ancient, like Mount Olga
An old scribe from Tullawalla

You cannot feel my heart
Nor can you see my star chart
I am an astronaut without a spacecraft
An old pilot from the lost Ark

I am not flying alone in the dark
Nor will I swim among the hungry sharks
I am a dreamer fishing for humanities restart
An old disciple waiting to disembark





Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

Promote Yourself Mondays, August 30, 2021

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His New Sanctuary is Luxury

The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is: Sanctuary. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . and the poem below is my response to their prompt …

His New Sanctuary is Luxury


Sometimes in life

Just when it’s right

There’s that moment

And tonight’s that moment

Sometimes we are lucky

Against all the odds

There’s that fortunate time

I am ecstatic and feeling blessed


Gratefully thankful

I write these words on today’s Newspaper

Reading tomorrow’s weather forecast

Happiness is here

Here right beside me

Under my verandah roof

Comfy and relaxed

Frankie love’s his new sanctuary



Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

Throwback Friday, Wondering And Wandering Again, by Ivor Steven

A poem I wrote 2 years before ‘covid’ took hold … eerie ..

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Funny enough my poem today is not about life in ‘covid’ times, as I wrote this piece in June 2018, but on reading this poem today, the theme could well pertain to our ‘covid’ lockdown situation here at the moment in Geelong … hmmm eerie …

Wondering And Wandering Again

Do you every have that vacant feeling

Silently in a void, wandering

Darkness has fallen

Clouds shroud the moon

Misty rain cools the night-air

Wondering what happened to your daytime

Hours of down-time

What have you done?

Memories of your day have gone

Nothing in your hand

Blankness in your mind

Decoding untold stories

Writing on empty blue lines

Words of hidden rhymes

With invisible ink that runs away

Eloping with your pen

To find a better day

And leaving you alone again

Ivor Steven (c) June 2018

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I Cannot Remember Aunt’s Name

My poem today is the other poem that I wrote at Ali Grimshaw’s, poetry ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting event on Tuesday.. Once again it was a privilage to be a part of a wonderful gathering of kindred poets. And I thoroughly reccommend Ali’s Writing Circle programs to all interested poets out there, you will not be disappointed if you decide to attend… You may connect with her site via this link >>
https://flashlightbatteries.blog/.


I Cannot Remember Aunt’s Name


what do I remember

of yesterday

my memory is softened

and in decay

bouquets and birthdays

have left on Santa’s sleigh

I do recall my sister’s banquet

on Boxing Day

and I am not to delay

a trip to my Aunt in Adelaide





Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

An exquisite poem by Ryan Stone. I thoroughly recommend that you have a read … Ryan is an Australian poet …

Ryan Stone's avatardays of stone

– after Longfellow

The wind whispers, the wind sighs,
the dawn light brightens, a magpie cries;
amongst the gum trees tall and green
a girl becomes a faerie queen.
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.

Morning settles beneath silk skies,
her reign flits by like dragonflies;
deep shadows dress the naked hill
in dusk, as faerie wings fall still.
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.

Night throws a cloak; a barn owl cries,
another answers, stars blink their eyes.
The queen is gone, won’t come again;
these woods forever will remain.
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.

– Ryan Stone

first published at Poetry Nook, May 2020

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In This Limbo, (at Coffee House Writers)

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “In This Limbo”, is 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/in-this-limbo/





Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

May the Whales Find Their Tails

If you wish to purchase a copy of my book “Tullawalla”, the links below will help ..

Tullawalla is Available at Amazon (Paperback), https://www.amazon.com/Tullawalla-Ivor-Steven/dp/B099H47PWQ/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Tullawalla&qid=1629428327&sr=8-1

Tullawalla : Steven, Ivor, Harris, patricia, Costello, Kerri: Amazon.com.au: Books … ..especially for those living in Australia, with an Amazon.au account, postage is at local rates rates ..




May the Whales Find Their Tails




After climbing high into the clouds 

Upon descending with rain and sunshine on your shroud 

Life will fall on your shoulders, leaving you wise and proud


Then that full sail will always be your holy grail

And you can delete those old tell-tale snail trails 


May the whales find their tails 

And hopefully the quails will always wail


 




Ivor Steven (c) August 2021

Promote Yourself Mondays, August 23, 2021

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