Tag: Life & Nature

One of the Crowd

After a stretch of nostalgic posts and tender reflections, I found myself drawn back to the calm of the outdoors today. There’s something reassuring about standing under a wide sky, watching a flock move as one — a reminder that even a quiet gatecrasher can find a place to belong.





One of the Crowd



Beneath the drifting clouds,
within the circling flock
who ritually gather
from all around the block,
I enjoy being one of the crowd —
and I’m socially allowed
to be a peaceful gatecrasher.




In the easy company of wings and drifting light, I found my way back to calm.




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026


Along This Road

As the evening sky burned low, it carried me back to a younger road — one lit with promise, before time dimmed the colours I thought would last.

Today, the Weekend Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word “Interlude.” To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here


Along This Road


Once upon a time —
when I was young, and life glowed,
I came along this road
where twilight’s crimson light
meets the edge of night.

Beyond once upon a time,
I saw her candle of joy turn white,
and her happy fire fell out of sight.
Thereafter, her merciless plight
became an ongoing, cruel fight.







Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Nine Crows and the Moon

Nine crows rise beneath a watching moon, each carrying a whisper of the hour.





Nine Crows and the Moon


I suppose it’s in my DNA,
as is my way,
like every other day.

I look up from under
my old tattered beret,
then begin to wonder
who’s at play today?

At nine minutes to noon,
ten is the number —
nine crows plus the moon.

Soon it’ll be afternoon,
and the midday crescent moon,
will be retiring to his bedroom.




A tune to keep the moon company as the morning clears away.





Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

This week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine features my new poem, “Arise With My Light.”

Featured Image Above: From the far edge of light, a voice rises — calling across distance, across darkness, urging the soul to fly toward the light.



Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem, “Arise With My Light,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below.
>>  Arise With My Light – Coffee House Writers







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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)



Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

The World’s Cold Old Fire

Here in the quiet between sun and trees, I steady myself before the day’s cold fire.





The World’s Cold Old Fire


Beyond the trees,
I see our warm old sun.
We do not have another one.

Above the trees,
I see our bold old moon.
We do not have another one.

Among the trees,
here I stand
on earth’s wartime cremated land.
We do not have another one.

Here I sway,
with hand on my heart —
I do not have another one.

I’m being immorally overwhelmed
by the world’s cold old fire.
We do not need another one.





A song to walk with through the world’s cold old fire.





Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Throwback Friday, Floating on the Moon

In keeping with this week’s ‘Moon’ theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2021) is drawn from my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound. It appears in Chapter 8: Poetry in Slow Motion, and if you need to have a chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon.”



Floating On The Moon

I am not always wrong
And at times, I may have been right
Behind my mask, I smile
And at times, I grimace

Numbness has entered my bones
Clumsiness guides my pen
Awkwardness precedes my stride
Uneasiness resonates in my voice

I am not able to walk on water
And at times, I have sunk like a stone
I live within my soul’s cocoon
And at times, I am floating on the moon







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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Amazon >> Amazon.com : Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)





Perceptions:

Amazon >>  Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >>  Perceptions (lulu.com)





Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books


OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.



Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

All the Silver Spoons

A soft moon above shapes my morning thoughts below — a light flight into privilege and perspective


Over at Weekly Prompts, the Monthly Colour Challenge is Silver. To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here.




All the Silver Spoons

I’m not a fallen star,
nor have I seen the light
from afar.

But I am falling
back to earth
in an empty jar.

There’s nothing like a flight
around the moon
to ceremoniously lampoon
any doubts about who owns
all the silver spoons.









Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Dizzy Heights

A lone bird lifts through the rain‑softened morning, above the crowd as they gather beneath a brooding Easter sky.





Dizzy Heights

Below the drizzly clouds,
the bamboozled
and grizzly crowd
gather together
beneath a holy shroud.
where silent voices
unitedly become loud.

Beyond the occasion
of being allowed —
will the songs still sound
strong and proud.






Ivor Steven ©  April 2026

Roll Away the Stone

On this quiet Easter morning, I’m sharing a poem shaped from small conversations and long-held echoes — a few stones rolled aside to let a little light through.


This poem grew from poetic anecdotes I first shared as comments on fellow bloggers’ posts. In stanza order, they are:

1. Violet: The Long View | Thru Violet’s Lentz
2. David: Lockjaw, or: A rengay – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱
3. Violet: A New Day | Thru Violet’s Lentz
4. David: In the Navy, or: A passage problem – The Skeptic’s Kaddish
5. Beth: lights shining. | I didn’t have my glasses on….


Roll Away the Stone

History is horrific;
life today is tragic;
the future wears yesterday’s fabric.

Bad seeds
produce sour feeds;
poet’s quill bleeds
and mortally needs
a chalice of mead.

Sometimes a new day
begins before tomorrow,
and sometimes tomorrow
just colours you in.

With red sand between my toes,
I would walk on water
to save the world’s woes.

Look beyond the desert
that divides our bones.
May the Light illuminate all pathways
that eventually intertwine
on sacred stones.




 




Ivor Steven ©  April 2026