Bathed in soft morning light, this bright sunflower greeted me today — lifting my spirits and reminding me how instinctively nature leans toward renewal.
My Sunflower (aTanka)
Good morning sunshine
Your yellow blush warms my heart
And restores my faith
In humanity’s instinct
To revive our tired planet
Ivor Steven © March 2026
My Twilight (a Haiku)
In my twilight time
I spy a hessian sunset,
crows, and a white moon
Ivor Steven © March 2026
Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.
“A circling flock of Corellas rises beyond the golden eye — twilight’s quiet lantern.”
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I’ve used a bit of ‘poetic license,’ and only got as far as “One” without the “Day.”
Beyond the Golden Eye
Tonight’s fluorescent twilight sky
is strikingly dominated by
one enchanting golden eye.
The illustrious iris silhouettes
The horizon’s sleepy statuettes,
and a circling flock of Corellas
looks like an inverted umbrella,
full of luminous candelas.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
The pigeon’s sudden lift feels like a warning — a fragile life rising above a landscape shaped by pipes, oil, and the killing fields we still feed.
The Desert’s Killing Fields (a Tanka)
The old pigeon flees
From what we cannot perceive
Beneath the earth’s trees
Miles of pipes, full of black gold
The killing fields we still feed
Ivor Steven © March 2026
The World’s Spiritual Watchtower
I’m fused to this planet,
and my synthetic walking shoes
are wearing thin on the granite.
I’m confused and sadly bemused
by humanity’s wayward news.
I gaze up at our radiant sun
and wonder about the solar power
that goes unused by the tonne.
I see birds cruising on the wind
angling their wings
toward the sun’s golden rind,
as if spellbound
by the mystical rising.
A glowing, cosmic sunflower
quietly expanding outwards
and shining upwards
to become the world’s
spiritual watchtower
A watchtower of sound to meet the poem’s rising light
Ivor Steven © March 2026
A lone bird soars above the morning mist — echoing the clarity of my hilltop poem and the emotional lift of “Letters From The Sky.
Pearls from the sky, my courtyard flowers …
A sky scattered with quiet treasures, waiting for the morning to find them
The Sky’s Pearls
Life is uncomplicated
On my elevated hilltop;
Here, the air I breathe is untainted.
My courtyard’s world
Grows high above the town,
Yet I never look down
Nor frown on the town’s ground.
Instead, I gaze up at the sky’s pearls,
Where starry swirls and twirls,
Majestically unfurl.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
A lucky snapshot: a bird crossing an invisible line between sun and sky, caught in the quiet shimmer of possibility.
From Beyond Nowhere
Below the invisible line,
Between the sun and time,
It is impossible to know
That what we perceive
Are the stars’ definitive stare,
Or, whether the outer glow
Is the universe’s cosmic snow
From beyond nowhere.
Ivor Steven © March 2026
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.
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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
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