Love lives on and on
In the tune of every birdsong
And friendships warm the soul
Like the sun warms our body
Love lives on and on
Memories and rhymes remain strong
Love is within our heart
Love is there to be shared
Like the blood in our veins
Love is made for transfusions
Love has been there all along
Love advances right over wrong
Love lives within our sins
Love lives within everything
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
Baggage on a rough ocean, rattles
And snaps like a snake dressed in black
However the angry waves will bite back
And drown the leftover sacred battles
Baggage is only a temporary state
Between carrying life’s extra weight
And waiting for life’s next update
Baggage, imagine the stories
Imagine the hidden dreams
Imagine love bursting at the seams
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
The crashing noise started after midnight
When the growling thunder gave darkness a fright
I was shaken by the storms furious hard rain
Sounding like grumpy bears in chains
Thumping my iron roof with their heavy paws
And lashing at the awnings with their steely claws
Then the giant drops turned into falling ice-blocks
And I rushed back inside to shelter behind the dog box
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
Sunday’s Cooling Zephyr
So this is our new Sunday
Finally a return to normal ways
I feel almost alive
Adrenaline’s on a high
No time for my Dell
No time to dwell
Wonder and ponder
About a deep blue yonder
Another hour or so
And I’ll get up and go
Relax at my local Cafe
Enjoy a cake and coffee
And there will be a cooling zephyr
Caressing my brow, soft as a feather
I’ll hear Sigur Ros’s soothing music playing
And daydreaming, I’ll be gently swaying
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
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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.
My attached music/video, is a new song by ‘Sigur Ros’, from their yet to be release album, coming out on December the 8th… Their music here is a perfect example of how even though we don’t understand the language and lyrics, the musical performance and their glorious sound is a pure delight to listen to…. I hope you enjoy this 8 min piece of music excellence…
Music (a Haiku)
Live music matters
As we climb every mountain
Proudly, all shall sing
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
The theme of Sigur Ros’s song…
Composed in the 14th or 15th century Odin’s Raven Magic is an Icelandic poem in the ancient Edda tradition (Edda – a term that describes two Icelandic manuscripts which together are the main sources of Norse mythology and Skáldic poetry) its anonymous author clearly had an intimate knowledge of the Edda literature and mythology which alludes to a number of pagan motifs which are now lost. The poem recounts a great banquet held by the gods in Valhalla while they were absorbed in their feasting, ominous signs appeared that could foretell the end of the worlds of the gods and men. The album ‘Odin’s Raven Magic’ is an orchestral collaboration between Sigur Rós, Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson, Steindór Andersen and Maria Huld Markan Sigfúsdóttir which premiered 18 years ago at the Barbican Centre in London and is now finally almost two decades later being released. The performance honours the poem, dramatic and beautiful, classical and contemporary. A stone marimba was built especially for the performance by Páll Guðmundsson. Odin’s Raven Magic – the poem – had been relegated from mainstream ancient literature ever since 1867, when Norwegian scholar Sophus Bugge claimed it was a 17th century fabrication. This theory has since been toppled with literary and linguistic arguments and new research has concluded that Odin’s Raven Magic was indeed authentic and has finally been reintroduced to the Edda.
This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; Noteworthy. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . The below poem is my response to the prompt.
Centauress
I do not have to be famous to be noteworthy
Nor am I remarkably important
But within my fading soul I feel worldly
I do not have to be a President to be noteworthy
Nor am I significantly superior
But within my weary heart this story is newsworthy
I do not have to be a golden deity to be noteworthy
Nor am I the almighty creator
But within my lonely dreams I feel praiseworthy
I do not have to be anyone else but me
A earthy wordsmith, kind and trustworthy
Feature Image: The Centauress, by Rodin.
The Centauress is a provocative variation on the traditional equestrian monument. Instead of a hero mounted on a horse, the heroine and the horse have become one. Rodin combined two previous works in the design: The horse comes from an unrealized plan for a sculpture of a Chilean general. He adapted the woman from a male figure in The Gates from Hell.
Why create this amalgam? Rodin described a struggle between humanity’s “two natures. . . . An image of the soul whose ethereal impulses remain miserably imprisoned in the corporeal mire!”
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
Here’s an old poem of mine that I posted on the “Go Dog Go Cafe *site’s Throwback Friday segment.
Here’s a poem I wrote in 2016, while I was temporarily staying back in the original family homestead with my older brother, and I was in limbo and still trying to find myself another place to live.
By the Water’s Edge (Tullawalla)
I’m in this isolation cabin
Like a big mosquito larva
Ready to burst
Surrounded by sand and sea
And a river mouth
Tidal and free
And I share my daily bread
A share for you, and for them
Thoughts of you
I gaze down upon the sandy ground
I see your white lily unbound
I’m tangled in this cocoon
Like an angry dragonfly
Waiting to break free
Surrounded by watergrass and weed
Tea-tree and dunes, far as the eye can see
And a garden bed
Grown from seed
And I share my weekly menu
A share for you, and for them
Thoughts of you
I stare down upon…
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Curiosity opens my eyes at first light
I venture beyond my cocoon of fright
And begin to see the world’s perceived fears
Wingless, I crawl away from the sea of tears
Tired of romancing the stone
I threw a rock into the ocean
Hit the great white ghost in the head
And fed the hungry seagulls more bread
This is no time to throw the towel in
I just heard the bell for round two ring
The power of the universe glows at night
And I am but a finite in the infinite
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
Today I’m presenting the other poem that I wrote at the poetry forum held on Sunday, a “Writing Circle”, hosted by Ali Grimshaw.
If you are you interesting in joining the wonderful world of Ali’s “Writing Circle” you can find more information via clicking on this link > > https://flashlightbatteries.blog/2020/11/10/sunday-writing-circle/
The Ordinary
Looking out my window
I hear, the wind blowing
I see, the sun glowing
I smell, the garden flowers
Suddenly there’s a thud
On the roof above
A branch from my neighbour’s tree
Landed on my verandah
Curiosity drags me outside
No obvious damage done
I smile and say “Hi”
To my courtyard garden
And the flowers respond
“Good morning Ivor”
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020
