Throwback Friday, Silence and Shyness

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







Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Throwback Friday, Silence and Shyness

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







Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

For a While


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

Beyond the Mirror




Beyond the Mirror


I thought the sky
Had fallen down
There, in a ground puddle
I saw the silvery moon
Looking up at me

And then I saw the universe
In a blade of grass







.


Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com


Ivor Steven © July 2025

Shadows and Tuxedos


Over at Weekly Prompts, this weekend is their monthly Colour Challenge, and for July, they selected the colours Black & White. To visit their fabulous site, please click / Here.




Shadows and Tuxedos

Flying low
Under the sun’s winter glow
My faithful shadow
Tiptoes across the meadow

I’m no crouching commando
Nor a flashy flamenco
I’m just an old Romeo
Flying low
In his tuxedo





Ivor Steven (c) July 2025

Not to be Misread






Not to be Misread


Rocks in my head
Rocks sit without a sound
Rocks, not to be misread

Shadows hit the ground
Shadows sit without a sound
Shadows, not to be misread






.


Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com


Ivor Steven © July 2025

Hope


Hope, today, and the new plant in 2017.

Hope, Philodendron selloum (Balinese Dream), has been a member of my courtyard’s fernery area for 8 years, and as you can see, the plant has large, wavy-edged, elephant ear leaves. Today, the fern stands at five feet tall and is covering a large portion of the fernery, and it’s time for “Hope” to have a trim.





Ivor Steven (c) July 2025