My downhill roll has begun
I am slowly drifting away from the sun
There is no one around to ring the bell
To signify this old fighter needs a spell
My corner is about to throw the towel in
As my leftover blood turns the colour of sin
I hope my life has not been in vain
After traversing those decades of pain
As now I am able to bath in the soothing rain
Cleansing myself before I float on Noah’s Ark again
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
I often wonder and ponder
About the truthfulness of our future
Will the changing winds
Of tomorrow stay kind
Will the narrowing tunnel of light
Fade over time and fall out of sight
I have no answers to the storms thrust
I have no answers to those of flaky mistrust
I see pure oceans covered in white rust
I saw my riverbed of pure sand turn into stardust
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
I rest quietly near the edge
Upon my peaceful little wedge
And in a doorway’s opening hinge
I see a brightness beyond the fringe
Illuminating my horizon’s promised forest
And I hear a hallelujah chorus
Am I dreaming my dearest?
Or is this a mirage of yesterday’s florist
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
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For every word
There is a breathe
In every breathe
Hurt and love dwell
Exhale hate
Inhale hope
See beyond the telescope
Hear that ringing bell
The universe is one living cell
An embryo’s brittle eggshell
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
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I am pleased to share the first issue of Free Verse Revolution: A literary magazine
My poem ‘Lost Within Uluru’s Dreams-time Chasms’ is on page 51, of this fascinating anthology, a collection of intriguing poems that are well worth reading…
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
A big thank you to Lisa from ‘Prolific Pulse’ for having me on her “Poet Talk” show yesterday, and if you watch the video I think you’ll agree we both had an enjoyable time….
The Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word: Retirement. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . Although my poem below doesn’t mention ‘Retirement’ directly, I think my words may be read as a poem about living in later years of retirement…
A Box of Old Crayons
Sometimes I stared at an empty table
And wondered if I would ever be able
To turn the fading power back on
I was unsure about another swansong
But each time I became lost and wrong
I found another box of old crayons
And from here and there words did flow
Nurturing my dry mirages to regrow
Replenished by the thawing mountain snow
Nature’s river rejoined my ocean’s undertow
Again duplicating my life of highs and lows
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
This Saturday the Weekend Challenge from ‘Weekly Prompts’ is March’s colour, Purple. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. My photos and the below poem is my response to their ‘Monthly Colour Challenge’.
Violets and a Purple Cyclamen
My morning courtyard is aglow
Below the garden’s colourful shadows
Of a newly blooming purple cyclamen
And the forever flowering bougainvillea
They are my sentinels for her hanging basket
Our wedding flower of Drooping Violets
Casting forever memories upon my writing booklet
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
Release date for Issue I — Free Verse Revolution:
And I am very pleased to announce that my poem “Lost Within Uluru’s Dream-time Chasms” was selected to be published in FREE VERSE REVOLUTION’S very first Magazine, Issue 1: hebe (the fountain of youth) and I am looking forward to reading all the other writers entries next week. You can visit their latest promo updates by clicking on this link > Issue I: Deepti G. – Free Verse Revolution:
Lost Within Uluru’s Dream-time Chasms
The expedition’s camel train is leaving town
Even though the rain-spirits are thundering down
Undaunted they are travelling to the ancient rock
Where time was born before the sun-clock
At the sacred monolith created by nature’s gods
Eons before earth’s crawling arthropods
Now only ghostly moans echo from Uluru’s dream-time chasms
Warning intruders about the Fountain of Youth’s guardian assassins
The exhausted archaeologists were last seen probing deeper
Frantically seeking the lost treasure of mythology’s oldest sleeper
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021
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