


Fireworks (a Senryu)
The fireworks died down
Ashes drift over the sea
Smiling lips of thee
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023



Fireworks (a Senryu)
The fireworks died down
Ashes drift over the sea
Smiling lips of thee
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge, is the word; Single … please visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here …
My poem below is a “singular”(private), message of sympathy to a friend on WordPress



In Response, I Say
As my tears pass by
I caress my salty eyes
It could be the humid weather
Or the gentle touch of a quill’s feather
No matter, life, brings us together
Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Thank you to the editor, Jo, and her team, for selecting my piece in the Geelong Writers Inc. “AnoMaly Street”, Chapbook, Poetry With A Difference, Volume 2, No. 2
A Lanterne is a cinquain form of poetry, in which the first line has one syllable and each subsequent line increases in length by one syllable, except for the final line that concludes the poem with one syllable. Its name derives from the lantern shape that appears when the poem is aligned to the center of the page.


Ivor Steven (c) December 2023
Todays Throwback Friday poem is from Dec 1st 2021, and appears in “Our” colourful Book “Perceptions” (page 25)
Featured Image Above, is one of Derrick Knight’s fabulous photos [ https://derrickjknight.com/ ]
Time Watches Over Us
ours is not to reason why
for we are merely a fly
in the bigger sky
just passing by
however!
we do not stop learning
because every day
teaches us something new
and!
we cannot cease loving
because every day
our universe
creates something new
for us to love
yes!
the wheels of time
do not stop turning
and grandfather clocks
do not stop chiming
Ivor Steven (c) December 1st 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Clear Blue Jar”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> A Clear Blue Jar – Coffee House Writers
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Hello dear readers and followers, here’s a re-posting of a poem I wrote in September 2017, and as is my way I have revised the piece for today’s Throwback Friday article.


A Distant Ship (Revised)
Am I afraid, or am I being slowly discouraged.
Dismayed by the emptiness in my wavering heart.
Am I consumed, or am I being bodily starved.
Eaten by the cells of my inner sentiments.
Am I senseless, or have I been possessed.
Devoured by the recess of my lonely soul.
Am I swimming backstroke behind a distant love-boat.
Drowning in the wake of the passing recovery vessel.
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
“Every negative event contains within it the seed of an equal or greater benefit.” ~ Napoleon Hill



A Positive Outcome
Saturday morning
At the Creative’s Market
All is cosy and quiet
Under the venues skylight roof
And I calmly wait for patrons
To enter the welcoming arcade
The attendance was sporadic
But I enjoyed several amiable chats
And they gratefully accepted. my poetry/website card
Then, glowingly, I sold a “Tullawalla” book



Tullawalla is Available From
Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com
Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’
AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:
Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT
Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/
OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Leonard Cohen
The Flame Flickers
Sunday afternoon
And I am in bed
Resting and daydreaming
Again, tiredness is my companion
Outside, I hear the wind
Rushing through the sky
Inside, I hear ambient music
Soothing the throb behind my eyes
I have been handed a bike
To pedal up the hill
When seated on the saddle
My feet are yet
To touch the ground
I have been assigned
A pure-bred horse to ride
When seated on the saddle
My feet are yet
To reach the stirrups
I have been given
A different path to follow
When the dust finally settles
The restored footprints
Will belong to me
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
This week’s Throwback Friday was written in December 2020, and as is my way, I have made some changes …
Life is a Bittersweet Marathon (Revised)
life is an arduous marathon
a conundrum until the finishing line
we live in the moment
yesterday has gone
and we are not in charge of tomorrow
today is a new gift to be opened
time knowingly evolves into ripples and wrinkles
openly wavering with our shuffles and muffles
life is a bittersweet marathon
moving forward without bitterness
savouring the sweetness of completing the race
I am leaving today behind
gratefully I am wiser and a day older
and fortunately, my heart beats healthily
Featured Image: A photo of a painting hanging in the waiting room at the heart specialist rooms
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
Featured Image Above: by Enrique from Pixabay
Over at Moonwashed Musings, Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is: Phenomenons … and for Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge is: Coincidence …
To visit Sue & Gerry’s fabulous site, please click on >> Here
My poem “Phenomenal Anomaly” coincides with both of the “Prompts”
Phenomenal Anomaly
Every new day’s
A spectacle
This morning
The spring sunshine
Extols
My every phenomenal stride
Every living moment’s
A miracle
This afternoon
I am going to follow the sun
To my friend’s funeral
And extol
His every phenomenal stride
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023