Today’s Throwback Friday poem is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 2, Nature: An Unbiased Timekeeper
Winter Sun
What my careless eyes perceived
My unprepared senses
Soon, I found out that they had been deceived
The day appeared sunny enough for a stroll
And I ventured into the afternoon cold
Ten steps out, a glacial wind took hold
The blustery arctic blast
Snapped every limb within grasp
My breath turned into icy glass
My ears were stabbed by frigid darts
My cheeks were slapped by gloves of frozen brass
And the winter sun failed to warm my heart
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
I didn’t set out to chase wattlebirds — they found me, mid-flight, mid-thought. These photos are fragments of that encounter: wings flared, feathers streaked, sky split open. What’ll I do with them? Share them, I suppose — with wonder.
And there’s more …
So what’ll I do with my wattlebird photos? I’ll let them speak — of flight and freedom, of fleeting beauty and quiet persistence. In each frame, a story hovers: not just of the bird, but of the moment I paused to notice. May these images carry a little of that stillness to you, too.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
Summer will be here soon, and Frankie was well overdue for a haircut
Frankie, before and after his groom this morning
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Trojan Cloud” is in this week’s edition.
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/trojan-cloud/
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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 © November 2025
Featuered Image Above; Theo, tethered but tenacious — reaching for the light once more.
** Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Epic. To visit their wonderful site, please click >> Here.
Back in early June, readers might remember my poem about “Theo” the tomato tree — a bold little sprout defying the odds. I’m pleased to announce that Theo has survived an arduous winter. Today, beneath the mulch and morning mist, there are tender signs of regrowth. >> https://ivorplumberpoet.press/2025/06/09/bold-and-defiant/.
Like good Doctor Who
Theo’s regenerated
Will he produce fruit?
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
Featured Image Above: Yesterday’s silhouette. A crow arcs through the sky— fractured wings, tattered heartstrings. Time flies, but never asks permission.
Time Flies
I need to escape the fray,
and fly away from yesterday.
Time does not feel the undertow;
Time is hungry like a crow.
But how far can I go with fractured wings
and tattered heartstrings?
Time does not need a manager —
Time carries no passengers.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
Featured Image Above: Yesterday’s café visit lingered in my thoughts… and became this poem. A world briefly unbroken.
The first 8 images are from my walking track this morning, and the last 3 images are from my sister’s walking track in Smythsdale.
A World Briefly Unbroken
Through the gate we go,
To find today’s silhouettes and shadows,
And to replay nature’s unspoiled show.
Spring has finally awoken;
Blue sky has ceased being a hidden token,
And this mad world of poisonous potions
Briefly hovers before our eyes, unbroken
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It opens Chapter 3, Time: Hears No Commands—a section that explores the quiet rebellion of nature and spirit against the ticking of the clock.
Flying Through Time
Flying below the clouds
or
Zooming above the bay
or
Swooping across the paddocks
My wings
are oblivious
to the climb
And do not hear
the sound of time
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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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
Ivor Steven (c) January 2025
A Hardy Magpie (a Tanka)
There’s no birds today
The cold has kept them away
But I don’t despair
Sheltering in the gum tree
I see a hardy magpie
Ivor Steven (c) November 2025
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