Do You See the Sound?
Oh, great spirit of the sky
My eyes hear the sound
Of your moonbeam’s cry
A message so profound
Sadly, echoing the unearthly tremors
Of whales and pelicans distressed murmurs
This world has an abundance
Of digital receiving towers
And trillions of mobile phones
To interpret your ethereal moon-rays
Cannot they see the sound?
From under the oceans
Cannot they feel the ground?
Beyond today’s horizon
Cannot they hear the drowned?
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Sharing the Moment
Relaxing
On the café’s cottage veranda
Soaking
Up the bucolic atmosphere
Feeling
I have found a snippet of serenity
Fleetingly
I am sharing the moment
Sharing my dreamy Oasis
With a dainty
Blue Fairy Wren
Flittering
From table to table
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
There’s an old saying
What spirals up, must come down
I’m still Soaring up
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Stars Inside My Home (a Tanka)
I’m not going blind
I am not losing my mind
My words are a song
A ballad from yesterday
About stars sharing my home
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Over at Moonwashed Musings, Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is: Flamboyant >> you can visit her fabulous site via this link >> https://amanpan.blog/2023/11/14/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-flamboyant/
Also, at Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is; Energy … and you can visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here
I think my poem “My Jazzy Bougainvillea” is eligible for both ‘Prompts’
My Jazzy Bougainvillea (a Tanka)
Jazzy, you are so
Curvaceously Flamboyant
Exposing your blooms
To anyone who walks by
Boldly seducing their eyes
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
“What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.” ~ William Butler Yeats
Within Us Or Without Us
Every river
Has a steppingstone
Every mountain
Is there to be climbed
Every island
Is waiting to be explored
Under the world’s oceans
The fish swim together
Out in the universe
The stars will shine forever
Within us
Or without us
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” – W.B. Yeats
One Butterfly (a Rhyming Haiku)
One white butterfly
Quietly fluttered nearby
Breathless! I said Hi
“Song Of Wandering Aengus” A poem by W B Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread.
And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the ground
I went to blow the fire a-flame
But something rustled on the floor
And some one called me by my name.
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands.
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.
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Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge word is: Traveller … please visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here
Today my poem is about those annoying companion travellers.
Silver Boots and Black Ties
I am being followed
Ever since I left the front door
I can see them
From the corner of my eye
I am hearing them
Teasingly buzzing nearby
I feel their presence
Like a neighbourhood rabbi
Steely spies from Shanghai
Clustering behind my back
Like tough guys from Versailles
Wearing silver boots and black ties
Annoyed and frustrated
I suddenly swung around
Randomly flailing my arms
And yelling with angry abandon
“Buzz off” I let fly
To those pesky blowflies
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Before and After Sunset (a Haiku)
The orange sunset
Basks within the babbling sky
Behind purple lights
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Yesterday afternoon, we took a drive out to the Bannockburn Golf Club, (where I used to play before my last two strokes put an end to my playing days.) The course is situated inside a State Forest surrounded by native bushland, where kangaroos graze and graciously share the fairways with those ‘crazy golfers’. At the moment the Club is undertaking the huge task of installing 18 new greens. Frankie and I inspected a few of the new greens. Frankie quickly adopted the place as his own and thoroughly enjoyed the vast expanse of grass and the many trees that he was able to explore …
Frankie’s Golf Course (a Haiku)
Doggie paradise
Miles of grass and lots of trees
All a yard apart!
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
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