My internal battle is never ending
Neither won nor lost
My opponent is my ghost
I forgive with the morning dew
And my regrets are few
There is two breaths in every moment
The first one kisses our heart
The second breath caresses our soul
True love is hard to find
And impossible to define
When found, be exceedingly kind
Love can spellbind your mind
But blindly, love is not declined
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Do you get caught staring?
At an unknown person
Who returns your stare
With an angry glare
Sorry!
I was daydreaming
Inside an empty vortex
You were not in there
Nor next
My vacant gaze
Was mindlessly waiting
For my sparkling mirage
To turn into Cinderella’s carriage
Or am I?
The next ex
Before the why
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Rumbles from above
My soul hears the mountains call
The heart slows and falls
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Feature Image Above: Longstitch Craftwork by Carole Steven.
Dreaming in a Dream (a Tanka)
You were in my dream
I was dreaming in a dream
Sailing a calm sea
Floating on a warm current
Adrift in your universe
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
there is a darkness
within us all
waiting i confess
for that beckoning call
i am a mere man
her glass jar
folds in my hand
housing her lonely star
like lava bleeding into the sea
her beckoning green eyes
did melt me
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
my darkest past
lives within
my newest cast
of a sunset’s east wind
i am back to reality
a speck in the crowd
writing about my journey
dreaming aloud
dream-times
are my best rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
in my hazy bedroom
it is unexplainable
what I say to the moon
and there is that secret
unknowable connection
an unmistakable tune
received in an echoing response
from my unattainable moon
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
My Gallery (a Haiku)
Her craft-work shines on
Overseeing our dream times
In my world of rhyme
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumband confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..
Featured Image Above: My photo of a piece of street-art in Geelong
One More Spoonful
I was reading my never ending story
about crossing the rivers of time
and climbing a mountain of dreams
then along the crest of a misty waterfall
a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn
as a shimmering glimmer of hope
and above my unreachable horizon
there was a shining
tempting me to turn around
and resume paddling upstream
to where I could savour
a spoonful of life’s cream
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Dad’s Old Writing Desk
Typing words on my brother’s laptop
Sitting at my dad’s old writing desk
Here I am surrounded
By a magical sea of real friends
Who are smiling at my memories
Floating on moonlit walls
Glowing above the paintings
Created by my dream-time girl
Before she departed
This mystifying world
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
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