Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)
Over the decades
I’ve lived through many storms
Yesterday
I read about an Atlantic island storm
After midnight
I had a dream about my life’s storms
At dawn
I shall open my door to the storms
I will then wait for my storms
To vacate the dark
And ask the morning sunlight
“Am I still the pilot”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
a worrying time
sometimes
feeling homely and mellow
other-times
lonely and hollow
sometimes
looking tall and green
other-times
small and unseen
sometimes
sounding sacred and relaxed
other-times
wasted and axed
nature’s forests
living wonders to enjoy
not an oppressor to destroy
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Our snail slithers in
From beyond the flooded ground
His home’s high and dry
The world continues to cry
Wallowing in it’s own sty
Ivor Steven © September 2022
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A Haiku from Tullawalla, “Page 118”
In Your Time (a Hiaku)
You can’t fly pass time
Travel with time, hand in hand
Time is not faceless
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
I am ecstatic that my poem “Miles From Home”, that I posted here on site only last week, has already been accepted and published at Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for selecting my piece .. Pease go and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/miles-from-home/
written by: Ivor Steven
@ivors20
Today
I went left, instead of right
No matter what direction
Or decision I choose
At the end of day
There will be night
My time to rest
And remain out of sight
Tomorrow
I shall take the back roads
Miles away from my troubled life
Miles and miles
Beyond those evil eyes of strife
Tonight
I will sleep under the stars
With my loyal companion
By my side
Now
He gives me that inquisitive stare
“Don’t look at me like that
I know mate, I know
I should never have left the wife”
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Wish, I Was Green”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-wish-i-was-green/
Ivor Steven © September 2022
I Am Exhausted (a Tanka)
Beyond the Ashes
Memories and rhymes survived
Seeds were implanted
Dreams of the heart were written
Afterward, exhaustion dwelled
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …
The Last Chicane (Revised)
I have been climbing every rung
Even the broken ones unsung
I have played every sad song
Even when the words were wrong
I saw my bird fly away
Even though her nest stays here today
I have praised my swan’s eternal fight
Even through her turbulent flights
I am listening to the bells chiming
Even above lyrics that are not rhyming
I am beginning to flutter my wings again
Even after missing the last chicane
I am preparing for the next equestrian
Even though I am a lost pedestrian
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
Recently Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com/] introduced me to a new poem format Musette, and today I am presenting my first attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette”
three verses
first line – 2 syllables
second line – 4 syllables
third line – 2 syllables
rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e
title reflects poems content
A Steep Slide (a Musette)
I creep
Down the steep slide
I weep
Betrayed
I hide and shake
Afraid
I crawl
Away from shame
And bawl
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
My Faerie writing book and the words I was penciling today
Salvation Sunday (a Birthday poem for Kylie)
A lazy Sunday afternoon
We are both resting
Frankie is napping/snoring
As usual he lets me share the bed
I am penciling these words
Into my Faerie writing book
A well used birthday gift
From my adorable niece Kerri
She lives in Philadelphia
Here I am in Geelong
We are worlds apart
But joined at the heart
We were chatting earlier
The time difference still confuses me
Yesterday was her niece’s birthday
Kylie is now fourteen
Wow, time flies, she was only ten
When I last saw her
Happy birthday dear Kylie
I miss your gorgeous smile
Hey! I miss all you guys
Cheers from uncle Ivor
Hugs and kisses to everyone
Over there in Philadelphia
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
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