This Weeks Photo Prompt is Heat-wave.
It was hard for me here in Geelong, we’re experiencing a winters cold spell and zero temperatures, so the closest I could get to a heat-wave was my stupid electric oven, with its faulty thermostat, and the oven just gets hotter and hotter, as the temperature setting doesn’t work at all, and everything in the oven gets burnt to a crisp, as the temperature keeps rising and rising !!
Below a hot heat-wave photo from years ago
Here’s a great love song from the Master of Lyrics, Tom Waites. and a visually artistic video to enhance his glorious words
“All The World Is Green”
I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all against the sea
To have a better life
Marie you’re the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green
The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow?
Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
Oh, the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our graves
When all the world is green
From <https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tomwaits/alltheworldisgreen.html>
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’ve made a few little changes to this poem, I originally posted August 24th 2017, I think my updated version added some softness to my poem.
Every time I opened our photo album
I saw her personal emblem
Every time I turned about-face
I felt pain and soft rain again
Every time I switched on the screen
I waited for a different dream
Every time I tried another channel
I cried during the battle
Every time I played another sad tune
I sang until the next full moon
Every time I walked out the back door
My head would be in the clouds
Every time I looked up to heaven
My angel stood waiting at the gate
I’d see the rain on her face
I’d feel the memory rain again.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Nick Cave is one of my favourite singer/songwriters, and this beautiful love song is a wonderful piece, both musically and lyrically, and the flapping sound of birds wings in the background of this video adds to the aura of this glorious song
I’m having another day of magical reflection
My mirror’s silver backing is singing to me
Caressing my heart
Soothing my soul
Across the oceans across the seas,
Over forests of blackened trees.
Through valleys so still we dare not breathe,
To be by your side.
Over the shifting desert plains,
Across mountains all in flames.
Through howling winds and driving rains,
To be by your side.
Every mile and every year,
For everyone a little tear.
I cannot explain this, dear,
I will not even try.
Into the night as the stars collide,
Across the borders that divide
Forests of stone standing petrified,
To be by your side.
Every mile and every year,
For every one a single tear,
I cannot explain this, dear,
I will not even try.
For I know one thing,
Love comes on a wing,
For tonight I will be by your side,
But tomorrow I will fly.
From the deepest ocean to the highest peak,
Through the frontiers of your sleep.
Into the valley where we dare not speak,
To be by your side.
Across the endless wilderness,
Where all the beasts bow down their heads.
Darling, I will never rest
Till I am by your side.
Every mile and every year,
Time and distance disappear
I cannot explain this, dear no,
I will not even try.
And I know just one thing,
Love comes on a wing
And tonight I will be by your side.
But tomorrow I will fly away,
Love rises with the day
And tonight I may be by your side.
But tomorrow I will fly, tomorrow I will fly,
Tomorrow I will fly.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The lyrics of this song “Come Healing” are so beautifully poignant for all of us who are in the process of healing, and attached here my poem Mango Smoothie, was also about healing. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/12/mango-smoothie/
O gather up the brokenness
And bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow
The splinters that you carry
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
The cruelty or the grace
O solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
O see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart
O troubled dust concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above
Let the heavens falter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name
O longing of the branches
To lift the little bud
O longing of the arteries
To purify the blood
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
My finale stanza from my poem “Mango Smoothie”, the words are all part of my healing process, and I’m now feeling quite comfortable within myself on these days of reflection.
I’m a healer who’s lost
Gravitated by her sorrow
How do I catch a falling arrow
And mend her broken cross
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Nostalgia has hit me tonight, that’s how it is sometimes xx
Dear friends and readers, I thought this was absolutely brilliant from Frederic of F.G.M Words In The Light, brilliant words, brilliant colour, makes for a brilliant day.
Hello dear readers, friends, family and followers. Sorry I’ve not been around to all my fellow bloggers on WP, with my usual diligence and zest. I’ve been very busy preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: Who’s Left To Row The Boat”, and of course along with the other 3 booklets, all money’s that I make from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 4 booklets below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscape size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet
Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat
And I’m happy to say that I’ve now learnt how to print on both sides of the pages, thus halving my mailing costs for anyone interested in purchasing, for the price of postage and plus a donation for the MS shop. I have a PayPal account, to make payments easier.
Cheers
From Ivor xx
Maybe I’m starting a series of “Quotes”, if I am, this is my first one. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to think of anymore, but these words were in my head today, as I was looking up at the big tree next door
“He who worships from the tallest tree,
should be weary of the broken branches he trod on below”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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