Dreams – Page 5 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

End Of Day

End Of Day

I was told by a crafty old toad

That my journey was a “No through road”

But he did not say, “The wrong way”

Nor did he infer, “No way”

So, I kept traveling that way

Along my lonely causeway

Towards the end of day

To be farther away

From a world in decay

Ivor Steven © May 2022

Spiraling

I look

upwards

there

on spiraling

warm air

a white petal

fluttering

like a dove

between

here and heaven

hovering

on a cloud of love

there

waving

from above

my angel

forever

faithful

I wave

“oh, my love,

aren’t you tired yet?”

Ivor Steven (c) May 2022

A special poem I wrote, after I’d taken my Lady to hospital for the last time, on the day of her 65th birthday. ten years ago. Hello Carole, and I wonder if you still wonder that I wonder, wishing upon your celestial star…….

Under The Snow.

We emanate to a birthday.

We deflate to a final day.

Birthdays, they all come, they all go.

Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.

Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an aeon.

Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.

Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.

Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death.

What’s it all mean to be alive and cry.

What’s it all mean to live and to die.

Ivor Steven. (c) May 2022

Horses, Lizards, and Hummingbird Cake

Horses, Lizards, and Hummingbird Cake

Dreaming

With eyes wide open

I rejoice

Beyond, earth, sky,

Moon, sun, and stars

Here today

With eyes open wider

I rejoice

In my surroundings

Dogs, horses,

Lizards, and birds

With eyes smiling

I rejoice

In life’s foolish moments

Chocolates, coffee,

And a hummingbird cake

Ivor Steven (c) May 4th 2022

Rolling On By (Revised)

I wrote this poem while I was on a Pacific cruise to the New Calendonian Islands, in April 2018. We only had one rough day, but that managed to influence me enough, to pen this dreamy piece that night …

Rolling On By

I am swishing and swirling

splashing and crashing

up and down

I am thrown aground

stumbling around

swaying under her calming horizon

she soothes my rough landing

caresses my awakening eyes

dazed, I knowingly smile

and watch her wings wave goodbye

Ivor Steven (c) April 2018

Fruit Loopy

Early July 2017, my blog/website was only 3 weeks old when I wrote this abstract poem, ‘Fruit Loopy’ … hmmm … and I am not sure what my thoughts were at the time … but I had only been in my new little abode for 5 months, and I was finishing off building the verandah, and starting to create a courtyard garden … I suppose I was “dreaming” about how much Carole would have loved my new home, so hence the “funny title”

Fruit Loopy

The juices of expectation

are upon me again.

Dreaming of yesteryear

and clambering for today.

Through my pores

a taste of sweetness.

My apple of love

the fruit for tomorrow.