Despite the terribly cold winter weather, my garden’s new additions are all doing well. Both Daniel (the Cushion Bush) and Francis (the Fuchsia) have developed new flower buds, and ‘Theo the Tomato Tree’ has grown some new leaves. The Amperlite shelters I built for them seem to be protecting their tender new growths …
Ivor Steven (c) June 2023
Featured Image by Julius H. from Pixabay (From Eugi’s Prompt Site)
Eugi’s Poem (Prompt)
cascading luminescence
celebrating nature
orchestrated beauty
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“Nature’s resounding overture about life
Can be recited by a band’s little fife
Or re-enacted by a painter’s spatula knife” … Ivor
Cascading Snowflakes (an Epigram)
With every breath we take
After our weary eyes awake
The existence of daybreak
Appeases our heartaches
As cascading, soft snowflakes
Gently flow over our old keepsakes
Ivor Steven © June 2025
In response to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
>> https://tankatuesday.com/2025/06/24/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-18-fruit-6-24-25/
No Apples or Oranges (a Tanka)
My wheels have gone north
The fruit bowls are all empty
I’ve one banana
A bunch of grapes in the fridge
And my larder’s looking bare
Ivor Steven © June 2025
Beyond the Trees (a Tanka)
Low in the cold sky
The winter sun beckons me
My watery eyes
Cannot see beyond the trees
Please rescue me, set me free
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Ivor Steven © June 2025
Today’s poem is in response to Sadje’s Photo Prompt >> What do you see # 294- 23 June, 2025 – – https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2025/06/23/what-do-you-see-294-23-june-2025/
My poem can be interpreted into both of Sadje’s prompt images.
Life, Beyond the Lines
Life’s a continual battle
but the battle lines
are there to be crossed
Life’s wondrous museum
inspires me to keep exploring
the universe’s grand Colosseum
Ivor Steven © June 2025
My iPad Cushion
In the mornings
I like to lie in bed
And use my iPad
I sit up with pillows
Behind my back
And I have a rolled-up white towel
That I use as an iPad cushion
And Frankie usually sleeps on my feet
However, on this cold winter morning
Frankie decided to snuggle up closer
Which enabled me to rest the iPad
On his white, fluffy head
Without even a blink of an eye lid
He was simply happy to be near me
Ivor Steven © June 2025
Winter Solstice’s Pink Finale
From high above the trees
Nature decrees
Winter solstice is here
With zero degrees
And a frosty veneer
Above sunset’s finale archway
Nature celebrated the shortest day
With an extravagant display
Of twilight’s vibrant pink ballet
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Above, the pretty poet fairy and my neighbouring stallholder, Meagan
A Pretty Poet Fairy
We all believe in the magical world of fairies
And we all know about
The mischievous toadstool fairies
And the benevolent tooth fairies
Naiads and Nymphs are nature’s
Wondrous water-bound fairies
And I personally chat to the Dryads
Our wise and protective tree fairies
Today, at the Makers Market
I was lucky enough
To meet a pretty poet fairy
She was curiously fascinated
By my yellow ‘Lucky-dip’ bucket
“Dig deep, and take a poem home”
“May I?” she politely asked
“You are more than welcome”
She gently grabbed a lucky envelope
and sweetly grinned
“May I take one for my sister”
“Yes, of course”
“Oh, I have a little sister too!
Amused, I said, “No worries”
“And my dad likes poetry too!”
“That’s lovely, you must have a wonderful dad”
Her enchanting smile made my day
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Redefining My Lines
I was a brittle piece of old oak
After suffering my three strokes
Which had left me in a dim coal mine
Where I was a fish out of water
Left hanging on the line
To shudder and totter
Recovery was a gradual incline
That felt like a slippery alpine
But I kept on thinking
Everything would be fine
If I never stopped dreaming
Of redefining myself, on cloud nine
In my adaptable mind
I have thrown myself a new lifeline
Via a bundle of woolly Canadian twine
And it is now my time
To enjoy a new bed of roses and wine
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday was written in January 2021
Hello readers and followers, today, I am continuing with my theme of “Moom” poems. If you need to chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon.“
Floating On The Moon
I am not always wrong
And at times, I may have been right
Behind my mask, I smile
And at times, I grimace
Numbness has entered my bones
Clumsiness guides my pen
Awkwardness precedes my stride
Uneasiness resonates in my voice
I am not able to walk on water
And at times, I have sunk like a stone
I live within my soul’s cocoon
And at times, I am floating on the moon
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025
