Frosted Glass

Frosted Glass  (Revised)

 

My courtyard window is frosted

From this morning’s piercing coldness

It’s a freezing winter’s day

The wind feels like razor blades

Even the venetian blinds, are shaking

With-holding none of the external arctic blast

 

A frozen sparrow lays on the sill

Ready to fall, on dirt, so icy

A meagre frigid offering

To the polar Snowlord

And I’m a blizzard’s open door

A captured statue, shivering to the core

Riveted, by my eternal music score

Leonard Cohen’s, Avalanche and more

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

 

The Song Plays Through the Night

I twist and roll over

A musical world spins inside my head

 

My somersault of dreams

Rotates under my bed-spread

 

Upside down

Rhythmical tiredness falls out of my seams

 

Words tumble around

Nameless titles and endless tunes abound

 

The bad moon’s turning

Singing the blues, over my empty town

 

I twist and roll over, again

I’m back where I started, I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

Arctic Winds.

Today’s poem is one I wrote two years ago, and I was fortunate enough to have the piece published by, ‘Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine’, back in January 2018. A magazine for poets, and to all my readers/followers, I sincerely recommend that you visit/follow the Vita Brevis site,
https://vitabrevisliterature.com.

Artwork:  By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.

 

Arctic Winds

 

I’m winter hibernating

Inside an Eskimo’s hut

Feeding only on fish oil

And frozen blue blood

My heart’s cold and dormant

Cowering under a dampened vestment

Wind-swept by a blizzard’s dust

Covered in icicles of my rust

My eyes are swollen rocks

Amidst polarised sockets

Terrorising all that’s passed

Like forgotten arctic icebergs

My veins are hollow crevasses

Inside a glaciers ice-flow

Sheering and groaning chasms

Like my memories deepest fjord

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

 

 

 

My Door’s Firmly Shut

Good morning dear readers, It’s a chilly Sunday here in Geelong, but it’s bad, my sister is coming down from Ballarat and we are going out for lunch. Cyndi will be staying inside, curled up next to the heater…..

 

My Door’s Firmly Shut

Early Sunday morning

At my desk

Writing in pencil

The inks frozen

No joke

Send the firewood

Light up my heart

With soulful words

Give my fingers a start

Knuckles are throbbing

An arthritic chill

My dog’s coughing

Poor little girl

She feels it too

Ah, not to worry

A sombre smile

A sun-ray

Shining through

Thawing my will

Freeing my quill 

 

 

Ivor Steven. (c)  July 2019

I’m Not Too Tired, Yet

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

An Empty Shell

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

Witty Butterfly

Thank you Yonnie:

Haiku…Witty Butterfly

via Haiku…Witty Butterfly

 

singing butterfly

decrees, have my wings and fly

join me in the sky

-Ivor

Special thanks to Mr. Energizer, himself, for dedicating and honoring me with my First Haiku.

I’m truly excited, humbled and grateful. Your such a wonderful friend, encouraging and supportive.

Ivor posted the Haiku in the comment section, after reading my post Witty Butterfly Post. I was eluded. Ivor’s Creative Poetic Charm flourishes with so much joy.

Witty…Butterfly

Thanks again Ivor,

Yonnie💜

InHisCare

 

 

Eating Our Own Waste

Is It only me ?

that feels this way

my thoughts gushing out to sea

without knowing what to say

 

our world is being flushed

down the sewer drain

water-rat politicians eating leftover crusts

every-time our dying clouds rain

 

never ending, poisoning of the bays

strangling plastic bags

suffocating polystyrene trays

wrapped in bloody newspaper flags

 

animals killed by our waste

governments retain their ego for greed

T.V. and press reports, via copy and paste

while our planet’s going to seed

 

are we trying our best ?

for the creatures in need

stop, this shitting, on our own nest

how much more can the oceans bleed ?

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019