Shadowed Ground
I look up and wonder why
The moon is fearfully hiding
In the fading twilight sky
As he forlornly looks down
Upon our shadowed ground
Knowing our King of Peace
Wears a shrouded crown
Dauðalogn Translation: “Calm of death”
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
A Summer Storm at the Cafe
The second day of the year
And our volatile summer is here
Things remain the same in our sphere
The morning was sunny and warm
But the day soon transforms
And the afternoon’s dark storm clouds
Were our thunderous shrouds
Frankie cuddles up near
As Thor’s hammer rings loud and clear
Video Below, Sigur Ros, performing a 3 minute section of their song “Von”, (which means “Hope”)
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Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
As The Sun Sinks Down
The New Year’s Eve sun
Is perpetually the finale one
Sadly
The golden eye sinks down
Upon our war-torn towns
Sadly
Carrying a worried and worn-out frown
From dressing over the world’s
Shredded wedding gowns
And wondering which old clown
Will wear tomorrow’s battered crown
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Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
The New Year is Here, or, Growing Up Too Early (a Tanka)
“What’s the right season”
The small summer mushroom asks
“Am I too early
Ouch, this midday sun is hot
I need autumn’s cooling clouds”
Vaka, English translation; day before, evening before, eve
Ivor Steven (c) January 1st, 2024
Summer solstice shines
Under a bright twilight moon
Like a Christmas light
Enchanting my heart tonight
Cosmic blue, this is the life
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Many of you know of my friendship with Derrick Knight … last night his property was lashed by gale force winds and in response to his article about the damage to his wonderful garden, I wrote this Haiku. >> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/12/21/fearing-for-the-weeping-birch/ Please Note; All photos reproduced on this post, were taken by Derrick
Nature’s Way (a Rhyming Haiku)
Be that as it may
Nature’s in charge of our days
We don’t have a say
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Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge is the word; Timing. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here … It was bad “Timing” that Frankie and I got caught in the storm this morning …
Thor’s, Boom Crash Opera
The sky looks like a wall
of blue-stone blocks
Ominous and motionless
With flashes of lightning
Bursting out of the cloud’s
solar plexus
Emblazoned by Thor’s
Thunderous bass drums
His raucous crescendo
Echoed like an aborted,
boom crash opera
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
The Faeries Christmas Tree (a Tanka)
Deep in the damp woods
Behind dewy leaves, I spied
Faeries dancing
And frolicking around their
Community’s Christmas tree
Vale: Shane MacGowan
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
A big thank you to VJ Knutson’s poem >> https://vjknutson.org/2023/12/09/varnish/ , for being the inspiration behind my abstract piece today …
Inner Space
my faulty mind cannot find first base
and has slowed down to a snail’s pace
but no matter, in my space
I slide and slither with grace
while everyone’s imitation briefcases
are full of knotted bootlaces
and rushing into cyberspace
searching for “what’s” on third base
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the Word, Contemplate. You may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here. … this afternoon, me and Frankie were “contemplating” when we should go back out in the rain …
Every Day is Perfect
Perfect one day
Rainy the next
Clouds are crying
Birds are hiding
Puddles are unifying
Saturday afternoon
The cafe is almost empty
Frankie’s a shaggy, doggie
Soaked and soggy
Oh, it’s raining again
Heavy fat drops
No sign of abating
Puddles are migrating
And we are waiting
For nature’s sundrops
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
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