Hobbling along
A tear sodden path
I stumble
Beneath heavy morning clouds
Shaken
I feel the shadow
Of her unfortunate life
Pass over me
From beyond the atmosphere
Of this disheartening world
Out there, somewhere
In our universe
Her eternal star
Somehow, right now
Illuminates my soul
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
A nightmarish hypothetical poem and some of the words are from comments I made on Bart’s and Sadje’s recent posts .. > https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/07/15/fraiku-first-lights/
.. > https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/07/13/one-liner-strength/
Featured Image: Photo from the JWST
Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)
One day soon
After mining the earth dry
There will no more rubies
No more diamonds in the sky
Will our silver spoons
Ever stop digging
Towards the dark side of our moon
Tonight, we do not need
Our world to be darker
We can learn to survive
When life teaches us
The value of being alive
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
Today’s been and gone
Can the future be brave too?
Beyond the next dawn
Ivor Steven (c) July 4th 2022
Misty rain streaks down my cheeks
And gentle droplets play life’s symphony on my roof
Reminding my soul that I exist, so meek
Humbled by the sound of nature’s heartbeat
I shall continue to follow her melodious proof
The dark clouds part during my day
And the lifting fog pours me a rainbow beam
Reminding my soul, why I love, and why I stay
Honoured by the strength of nature’s heartbeat
I shall continue to follow my dream
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
Here I am in this ancient town
Climbing the local Snowy Mountains
Standing in the world’s greenest paddock
Flying my yellow and blue kite
On the thinnest of worn threads
My kite is soaring higher and higher
Toward the bold clouds, thick and soft
Where pristine snowflakes abound
All bright and shiny white
Smooth enough to ride my silver bike on
Peddle my way over today’s slippery black-ice
And splash through the heights of tomorrow
Ivor Steven (c) May 2022
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
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
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
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
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