You’ve the wings of a gazelle
My graceful Rapunzel
You’ve the spirit of a lion
For you, my soul will keep climbing
You’ve fruit still to bear
My eyes in awe, stare
You’ve a tall elegant style
For you, my lips will always smile
You’ve the soft arms of an angel
But my heart knows, soon you’ll be disabled
The winter will bury you in snow
And I’ll wait ’til spring for you to regrow
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
This is a poem for my friend Colleen, who through her glorious writings, which assist my imagination to be brave and free.
Remain Young and Wild
I’m having a breakfast cuppa
with my friend Chatter Blog from Columbus
sharing our virtual chocolate Teddy-Bears
talking about these current affairs
agreeing we don’t have the answers
today it’s time, for us all to be garden dancers
we’re not lost, but now feeling young and wild
whirlwinds of the day, and our minds are not exiled
If wish to visit ‘Chatter Blog’s'(Colleen) site here’s a link > https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/to-the-truth/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020.
Dear readers and followers, in these difficult times of “isolation”, here’s a great chance 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…..
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link 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.
After two days of wind and rain
Here is morning sunshine again
Blueness dances across the sky
“Flowers sip on light”, through moist eyes
Nature blazes into my ambient day
And dazzles my souls’ causeway
These words; “Flowers sip on light”, was borrowed from Robert Okaji’s inspiring poem “A Step Closer”… read his poem via this link > https://robertokaji.com/2020/04/05/a-step-closer-3/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
today there’s menacing trouble
one day we’ll fly out of our bubbles
hopefully people’s profanity
and selfish insanity
will cease after the matinee
and they’ll resurrect humanity
there shall be more grief
but there will be relief
when love will grow closer
between barriers and the waiter
in my courtyard you’ll exist
in the green leaves of hope
in my heart you’ll exist
in the hum of my souls hope
Featured Image: My fernery’s, Philodendron selloum, called ‘Hope’
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
This weekend the Saturday challenge from Weekly Prompts, and their monthly colour challenge for April is: Xanadu. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking > HERE
Above Images: Photos from my fernery, of the Philodendron Xanadu.
A Luxury of Green, Xanadu: A Cinquain* poem
Ancient
Kubla Khan times
A Palace of beauty
Mystical Xanadu city
Did thrive
*A Cinquain is 5 lines:
Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables
And here’s my favourite “Green” song, Leonard Cohen’s ‘Leaving Green Sleeves’
from a distance
I Know that girl
striding high
beyond that distant sky
I know that smile
from a mile away
years of distance
have passed by
that’s my pathway
until that day
when distance
will be tomorrow
and face to face
they’ll be just one
distant shadow
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
I’m climbing a ladder in my suit
to pick the ripened fruit
stretching high and askew
I’ve been told not too
step off the the ground
and stay here, earthly bound
but how else am I to fly
and reach my star in the sky
a lady told me I was wise
but my wisdom is only a disguise
hiding my old wounds and bruises
from my ripened fruits fallen excuses
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
The muted day is ambling by
Grey clouds blowing in the sky
Banks of rain tears are flowing down
I’m sheltering under my iron crown
I wonder about today and tomorrow
When are we to reappear from our burrows
Winter approaches to cool the ground
Autumn colours are vanishing uncrowned
The super-bug remains lingering in the air
And Scientist are striving to snuffle this virus affair
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020
My poem ‘You Cannot Shoot or Electrocute It’ is published at “The Lockdown Journal” and thank you to the editor Mona for accepting my poem….
You Cannot Shoot Or Electrocute It
And I hear the great white bear continue to lie
You cannot shoot it
Nor can you electrocute it
I cannot hear your bullets blazing
Nor can your bombs do the erasing
Your insincere words cannot stop it
Nor can your falsehoods hide it
I cannot see your pain and fears
Nor can I see your sympathetic tears
Your money keeps you safe in the ivory tower
But will your money send the people flowers
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
Bob Dylan, wrote these profound lyrics 50 years ago…
“All Along The Watchtower”
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