It’s Market Day this Saturday from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.! * Our popular monthly markets are all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade on the third Saturday of every month. * They feature art, unique goods from local makers, second-hand goods, plants, books, and more. * There are also open art studios, Yesterday Vintage, Untether Gallery, HBT Collectables, and the May’d Shop.
All at, Centrepoint Arcade 132 Little Malop St, Geelong From 11 am to 3 pm
And I’ll be there with ‘Frankie’ and my “New Bookstall Set-up”
The Featured Image above is a photo of the Birthday Card that I received today from a dear friend who lives in Selangor (Malaysia), which is on the Equator.
A Butterfly’s Heart
Part I, Heart to Heart
An equatorial butterfly Landed softly in my hand Sat upon my sleeve And looked at me inquiringly “We need to have a heart-to-heart chat” Then said “I’m here to regenerate your wings. Join me in the sky, and follow your dreams before tomorrow’s dust, waves you goodbye”
Part II, Dreams of the Heart
I cannot walk the continents Like the intrepid Marco Polo But my feet have felt the sands of time Pass between my toes
I have not sailed the high seas Like the courageous Christopher Columbus But my body has bathed In an ocean full of kind hearts
I’m yet to fly in space Like the brave Neil Armstrong But I have reached for the stars And touched my soul’s dreams
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Now Falls Into Then”is in this week’s edition. … To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/now-falls-into-then/
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is Intoxicating. To visit their fabulous site, please click HERE
Winter Flowers (a Tanka)
Striving for sunlight Winter blooms know how to catch And absorb the warmth From the cloudless icy sky Without waiting for springtime
The Sigur Rós song “Með Suð Í Eyrum”—which translates to “With a Buzz in Our Ears”—is a poetic and emotionally charged exploration of sensory overload, communal struggle, and the quiet persistence of life’s deeper rhythms.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem was “my debut poem for Coffee House Writers Magazine,” published on July 13th, 2021. So, I have now been a writer with the Magazine for 4 years, which means I have had over 100 poems published in the Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> Ivor Steven, Author at Coffee House Writers The poem also appears in my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound, Chapter 1, Little Creatures and Birds.
Silence and Shyness
I hear the digital clock’s shyness My unruffled day feels timeless Alone and listening to the silence Of the muzzled arctic breeze A quiet zephyr’s foreboding freeze
I hear the garden snail’s widow Sliding up the kitchen window Her silvery trail grates and slithers Along the cold pane’s dirty rivers
I hear an earthworm digging His defiant endeavors are deafening Blindly shoveling the muddy ground A dark burrow where he cannot be found
Today’s Throwback Friday poem was “my debut poem for Coffee House Writers Magazine,” published on July 13th, 2021. So, I have now been a writer with the Magazine for 4 years, which means I have had over 100 poems published in the Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> Ivor Steven, Author at Coffee House Writers The poem also appears in my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound, Chapter 1, Little Creatures and Birds.
Silence and Shyness
I hear the digital clock’s shyness My unruffled day feels timeless Alone and listening to the silence Of the muzzled arctic breeze A quiet zephyr’s foreboding freeze
I hear the garden snail’s widow Sliding up the kitchen window Her silvery trail grates and slithers Along the cold pane’s dirty rivers
I hear an earthworm digging His defiant endeavors are deafening Blindly shoveling the muddy ground A dark burrow where he cannot be found
The poem “For a While” is a refurbished repost from July 1st, last week. I had mistakenly published the poem out of my drafts file without attaching the accompanying images, and music/video …
For a While
I felt her soft hands for a while I saw her sweet smile for a while She departed this isle But I still have her sundial
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
“Carry No Thing”… Syml, Lyrics
Where do we go when the last one falls? When the sky goes dark and the siren calls And there ain’t no hope to be had at all I will carry no thing but my love for you
I figure we got ’bout a hundred days With the good supplies and the money we saved But a time to move’s no time to waste I will carry no thing but my love for you
There will always be a last day for me When it calls my name, I will answer true All the good and the bad, I will let it be And I will carry no thing but my love for you
Where do we run when the levees burst And an angry god has quenched his thirst? A storm for the ages, hell on earth I will carry no thing but my love for you
There will always be a last day for me When it calls my name, I will answer true All the good and the bad, I will let it be And I will carry no thing but my love for you
All the good and the bad, I will let it be And I will carry no thing but my love for you
Where do we go when the trumpets sound? When the last day comes and it leaves no doubt Like some lost gold, leave me underground I will carry no thing but my love for you I will carry no thing but my love for you
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 