Born at 3 am on a scribble pad, when crumbs of musing refused to let me sleep.
An Unfathomable Mess
To near and far,
from inside a cookie jar,
I send my midnight scribbles.
I must confess,
I’ve delved so deep
into crumbled musings
and drowsy dribbles,
I’ll need to decompress
before I resurface
for a peep
at my unfathomable mess.
A gentle goodnight to follow my unfathomable mess.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Beyond the Sky (Prose Poetry)”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/beyond-the-sky-prose-poetry/
Beyond the Sky (Prose Poetry)
Today I traveled to the stars and touched the outer limits of the universe’s Milky Way. There, I opened a magical storybook that had traversed the mysteries of my bedazzled mind.
My unravelled visions were impelled by a strong solar storm originating in the Atlantic Ocean, from beyond the windswept Isle of Wight. Then within my perceptive mind. those dreams cautiously touched down on the curiously tranquil waters of Geelong’s windswept Corio Bay.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
This week, the Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word: Compare. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE …
In my poem below I have tried to ‘Compare’ the big pond created by our recent heavy rain, with the big, big pond that the “Apollo 13” space capsule had to find in 1970, when their mission to the moon was aborted due to an on board explosion half to the moon …
Golden Pond
Last night I watched an old movie
A dramatic true story
About the Apollo 13 mission
To the moon
During the film
I could hear the pounding
Of heavy rain on my iron roof
In the morning
Despite the water-logged ground
I went for my walk
And found a muddy golden pond
Had flooded the forest floor
In ankle deep water
I stood and wondered
About the Apollo 13 astronauts
Who had failed in their quest
To walk on the moon
Despite the traumatic problems
Of the aborted journey
They miraculously managed to return safely
And land the space capsule
Upon the earth’s golden pond
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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