Featured Image Above: Where the sky opens, freedom rises first
Freedom Without Gasoline
Yes, I must go
Beyond the world’s mist and snow
Flying above the trees
Is nature’s gift to me
Removed from the maddening crowd
Here, freedom is proud, unbowed
And the air is almost clean
Except for the smell of gasoline
A song for the quiet courage of taking flight
Ivor Steven © March 2026
This Tanka was inspired by a moment of stillness and lift — a bird rising into the blue, catching the wind as if it knew exactly where it needed to go. It’s a small meditation on movement, uncertainty, and the quiet hope that carries us toward calmer places.
To Catch the Wind (a Tanka)
Let me catch the wind,
blowing toward the unknown,
where silver seeds grow
into peaceful olive trees.
beyond the world’s toxic snow.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
In a world scarred by mines, machines, and careless extraction, the sky remains a refuge for those who choose to protect rather than exploit. These Black Knights rise through that open air as nature’s quiet defenders, calling us to join their watch.
Black Knights
We are nature’s Black Knights,
guardians of the planet’s salvage rights.
Watch us soar into the light
There above the earth’s trees,
where the atmosphere is free,
beyond the Daleks of mankind’s
dreadful coalmines and destructive landmines.
“
Now is the time to become a member
of our sky’s peaceful nerve centre.
We welcome all monitors, menders,
clever inventors, and recycled pretenders.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Mystique Surrounds Me
Twilight ignites its shadowed secrets.
Do I fly into the mystique,
where clouds burn like prophecy,
and my wings are ashes of desire?
Will these old, singed feathers
still lift me from this wartorn land—
or must I wait here forever
grounded by this inferno’s demands
“Where light fractures, the will to rise endures.“
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Once numbering in the tens of millions, the “bulbous” bison were nearly wiped out — victims of human greed and policy.
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Insatiable Sapiens
A flock of birds
fly together.
Herds of animals
graze together.
Humans of different creeds
blast each other apart –
for their stockpiled seed,
and insatiable greed.
A quiet reckoning beneath the branches we share.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
When the clouds part, the sky opens its eyes — bright, unblinking, and honest. In their gaze, our own shadows feel harder to ignore.
Cats Eyes (a Haiku)
Nature’s dark disguise
Has yellow slit-pupiled eyes
Scanning our black lies
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in June 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in Chapter 11, Poetry in Slow Motion: Who’s Keeping Time.
“Down to the Valley” was written on a day when I strayed from the usual path, letting the landscape guide the poem. It’s a small journey into the unexpected, where nature and recollection meet.
Down To the Valley
Roaming.
Off the beaten track
Over sagged wire fences
Through plowed fields
Down to the valley below
Where sunflowers grow
Detouring.
Across the babbling brook
Toward the castle of broken glass
Cocooned together in woven grass
Until time awakens the past
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Tullawalla:
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Ivor Steven © March 2026
Beneath this heavy sundown, the cracks in our modern bravado show themselves — in the sky, in the poem, and in the song that shadows them both.
The Heavy Sound of Sundown
I feel the heavy copper sundown
shake the dry, crusty ground
of this dirty old town.
I hear an orange clown,
slyly searching around
for a silent sound
that is not profound.
I see the world’s wedding gown
being torn and drowned,
as the desert honeymoon
remains uncrowned and hellbound.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Featured Image Above: A veiled moon, a steady pulse — answering Susi’s quiet reflection.’
Thank you to Susi; her article, “Calm”, inspired my Senryu >> Calm – I Write Her
Calico Curtains
(a Senryu)
When the lights are dim
Behind life’s silent curtain
The show carries on
‘Behind the silent curtain, the world still trembles — Cohen answers where my haiku whispers.’
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Feature Image Above: Where the fading light lingers, twilight gathers its colours and whispers the day to rest.
Twilight’s Echoing Hues
I’m lazily ambling alone,
within nature’s hazy twilight zone,
when the golden summer sun
slowly sinks below the burnt horizon.
Above, in the evening’s linen sky,
I see ribbons of azure and flaxen;
shimmer and linger longer,
way beyond;
daylight’s theatrical goodbye.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
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