Yesterday, I was dead tired

Today, I sternly asked

Why does life have to be such a task ?

Then I quietly answered myself

Life is like a bean-stalk

Isn’t it ?  My son

Whilst we are climbing high

Reaching for the sun

I cannot wait, for tomorrow’s snow

I’m not ready to go

I’m yet to repaint the sky

Again, I’ll have to learn how to fly

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

I’m a broken stick

Hit by a tonne of bricks

I’ve stroke fatigue

Tiredness out of my league

The psyche says go

My body says no

Yesterday everything was fine

Today nothing is mine

Only rest and sleep

Not even a sneaky peep

They say, what’s wrong

I say, who’s playing my song

They say, you look ok

I say, I cannot stay

Read us your poem

No ! I want to go home

Don’t spoil the show

I’m an empty shell, they do not know

** Please note: Feature Image above, copied with the permission by Niki Flow, this is her blog site.  https://under1000skies.org/

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

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White Clouds Over Forest Floor Snail Trails

I remember the days well

When I could hear the ringing of bluebells

And the horizon, was an aqua clear skyline

Splashed with drifting, pristine shrines

The fertile ranges, enriched by His grapevines

Growing on posts and wires, green living enzymes

Now everywhere, there’s poles, cables and yellow floodlights

Feeding hungry digital mealtimes, instead of stargazers under the moonlight

Oh, to again see clouds glide with full white sails

Moving slow enough to observe, a forest floor’s snail trails

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

I’ve a lady visiting, on my bed

Relaxed and snoring, all spread

Friendly, and in her own way beautiful

Cuddly and always an armful

I’m grateful to have her here

Beside me, I adore her soft ears

Lovingly listening to my heartbeat

As she lays there on my feet

Undemanding, a gracious sleeping beauty

Attending to her daily needs, is my happy duty

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

Inside the clouds

Comes the secret of the rain

Outside, the sky

Reflects the ocean’s colouring veins

Within the sun

Burst, undying corona rays

Overhead, the moon

Casts shadows night and day

Underneath, there’s the earth

Orbiting, in charge of seasonal change

Nearby, there’s Venus and Mars

Planets without smog and cars

Above, there’s the stars

The universe’s infinite mountain range

Featured Image: Pinterest.

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019