Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Silhouette. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >>HERE
I have not mentioned the word ‘Silhouette in my poem, but after sunset,
the sky is covered in colourfull ‘silhouettes’.
The Horizon’s Encore (a Tank)
Half an hour after
The sun’s disappearing act
The horizon’s lights
Refused to exit the stage
When Twilight called out for more
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
A Crazy Phase
This morning I had a dream.
About flying north toward the sun
and travelling beyond the Rocky Mountains, trees
On my way there,
I dropped in to say hello to the moon
And I asked the moon.
“How do you cope when waning
to that crescent shape?”
The moon smiled and wryly replied
“Do not worry, my friend.
It’s a crazy phase I’m going through.”
Amble – The Boy Who Flew Away
Lyrics:
I’m standing staring at my feet
I can feel the eyes on me
Is that the boy who flew away
I wonder, is he free
I wonder, is he free
One will courage a handshake and smile
And say ‘oh boy, it’s been a while’
Cheeks will turn, my ears will burn
I’ll say ‘oh boy, it’s been a while’
Maybe flying was never my plan
To leave and return an older man
Have you ever thought
You pushed me away
I’m home now, with no place to stay
I’m home now, with no place to stay
Luke talks about lost and found
Maybe he meant found and lost
On Sunday eve, we’ll kill a calf
And deal with the family frost
And deal with the family frost
Luck will fall and ice will thaw
For the boy who drew the long straw
Bridges mend, and time is your friend
And home now will be Lán le Grá
And home now will be Lán le Grá
Maybe flying was never my plan
To leave and return and older man
Have you ever thought
You pushed me away
I’m home now, with no place to stay
I’m home now, with no place to stay
I’m standing staring at my feet
I can feel the eyes on me
I’m the boy who flew away
The boy who’s longer free
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday Poem is from July 2020, during the middle of the ‘Covid Era’, but I think my words could now be applied to the ‘Trump Era’
What Is Normal, My Son?
Breakfast and a hot cuppa
Under my cosy verandah
As per normal, if it’s not too chilly
And I’m having my normal courtyard chat
With my friends, Phillip the penguin
And the wise old owl, Oscar
We’re talking about the future
Whether life will ever be normal again
Oscar quietly hoots
“What is normal, my son?”
Little Phillip chirped in
“Normal is a state of mind
A comfort zone in time
Like swimming in the deep blue sea every day.”
Oscar agreed with Phillip
“Normal’s been perched in the same tree every night.”
Oscar and Phillip grinned and nodded at each other
And I listened and pondered
Smiling at my two furry companions
I added, “Our old normal won’t be normal anymore.”
Oscar’s brows lowered, and he said
“As per normal these days
We shall patiently try to adapt, then wait and see
What colour will the new normal turn out to be
Black, white, or green like the trees
Maybe the striped yellow of our life-giving bees”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
gentle eye perceives
melodies of ideal worlds
through a magic lens
Moonwashed Musings >> https://amanpan.com/2025/05/20/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-may-20-2025/
“Let one or more words in my poem be your inspiration.
Prompt contributions can be any variation of the prompt and/or image.“
Close Up and Personal (a Tanka)
Through the magic lens
Of my iPhone camera
I get to observe
My world’s colourful sunsets
Right close up and personal
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
My Universe, or: Here, There, and Everywhere
It’s a glorious autumn morning
And here I am
Standing in the middle
Of my universe
Between the bright sun to my right
And the deft daytime moon on my left
Oh, I should say, east and west
Because when I turn around
To walk toward the north
East and west are
Here and there
No matter the where
And the middle of my universe
Is always here, like a wet-nurse
For better or worse
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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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 © May 2025
A Weary Witness (a Tanka)
Today, my world drowned
When the twilight moon knelt down
Upon the wet ground
Then wearily, I witnessed
To the sun’s final display
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Hang. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
Hanging By a Thread
I am not going to hang back
Nor be left hanging by a thread
I will soar like a hang-glider
Over the rainbow
And fly toward the twilight moon
There, we will hang out together
Hang suspended
And quietly wait
For Time to hang up the words
“This is the promised land
Where greatness does not need a hand”
.
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 © May 2025
Emotional Adrenaline
After the adrenaline finishes flowing,
and my cup is full to overflowing
Will the winds of time ever stop blowing?
Have I the strength to keep going
against the undertow, while slowly rowing
upstream, toward the approaching unknown?
Ivor Steven (c) May 2025
“Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights
as my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights”
I am ‘Moon-struck’ this week, and here is another “Moon” poem, which I originally wrote in May 2018, and today I am reposting the version that I revised in October 2021 …
Moon Shadows And Celestial Lights
I stood alone
In my second-hand clothes
holding her worn-out soul
Silently
I placed her ashes
In a brick wall
Years of heartache
Hidden in a chasm of pain
Moments in time
Now resting in peace
How does tomorrow become another day?
How does the past live with today?
Her moon shadows shyly tiptoe through my nights
As my hazy dreams glow under her celestial lights
.
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
Ivor Steven © May 2025
Today, I accompanied my friend Barb to Melbourne’s wonderful Lume Gallery to see the spectacular exhibition of Vincent Van Gogh’s unique artistic creations. It was definitely an opportunity that I would not miss out on, and I hope my photo/story conveys our fantastic experience of being mesmerized by the colourful brilliance of Van Gogh’s paintings.
And I took many, many more photos, but by now, I am sure you understand how emotionally overwhelmed we were by Vincent’s ability to create such a volume of masterpieces, despite his sad and debilitating mental illness
Ivor Steven(c) May 2025
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 