Tag: Memories

Clear Blue Jar

A poem I originally wrote back in January 2018



Clear Blue Jar


Laying here looking above

Staring toward the sky

Wondering why

Why is our sky blue?

How do we perceive hues? 

And why say “feeling blue”

When it’s not true 

The blue I see

Is no one’s fool 

So why fool with me 

Seeing every new face 

Has your forever smile 

Yours on every dial 

Like yesterday’s last mile 

Doing your time in style 

Smiling faces, new and old alike 

Beaming, even from afar

Smiling at my new life

My life in a clear blue jar

 

Featured Image:  Taken of the clear blue sky, using a Samsung Galaxy S5.






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:

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OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com

Ivor Steven (c). December 2022

Every Gilded Ounce, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Every Gilded Ounce”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/every-gilded-ounce/

This poem from 7 days ago, is one that I wrote in 10 minutes, while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous online “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/







Tullawalla is Available From;

Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com

Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’



Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Glassy Eyed

Celebrating the 50th year of Bell Park Cricket Club last night. Fifty years of memories and everlasting friendships.



Glassy Eyed



Saturday evening

The midnight hour

Whizzed by

Unbeknown

To the celebrating crowd

My friends are overly generous

And continue to make sure

My schooner is always full




I was keeping count

But that foolish tally

Is now nullified

And I am highly rarified


Sunday morning

Seven hours later

I am feeling brittlely vitrified

And glassy eyed






Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Were Her Eyes Olive or Hazel?



Following my loss

During the chaos

In the quiet intermissions

Tears would blur my visions


But clearness of sight did not even matter

Whether or not she had olive or hazel eyes

The closing curtain was already in tatters


I heard her eyes laugh, I felt them cry

And then I saw them die








Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Off-white

Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site.
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/11/02/ibsley-ford/
Special Announcement: Today I have a “Copy” of “Our” new book Perceptions for me to proofread on the weekend


Off-white


White moon and white mushrooms

White doggie and white clouds

Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight

After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite


Now I dream tonight

About the earth’s broken stalactites

And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white

Like a grubby plastic skylight


Now with foresight

My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight

And awaits her saviours next spaceflight




“Itmims” … Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space








Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

We Lost the Sea (a Haiku, Tullawalla, page 117)

This article is copied from my post on “Go Dog Go Cafe’s Throwback Friday” earlier today.
>> https://godoggocafe.com/2022/10/21/throwback-friday-we-lost-the-sea-by-ivor-steven/

The Haiku, ‘We Lost the Sea’ is one of 12 Haiku that appear in my book Tullawalla, and this Haiku was written in May 2019.

We Lost the Sea (a Haiku, Tullawalla, page 117)


 

Bridges of dreams crossed

The ocean and river spanned

Waters of love found







Ivor Steven (c) May 2019

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20 

After Memoria

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “After Memoria”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/after-memoria/


After Memoria 


Sliding into euphoria 

After falling out of Memoria 


Where to start

When there is no beginning 

The judges guns remain loaded 

But there is no-one on the causeway


Why is the coldest mountain?

In the middle of the desert

How to climb the lowest alps?

Below the deepest ocean 

How to soar and fly? 

Without wings in a vacant sky 

Can the old river be paddled? 

After the bath runs dry 


Where to find happiness

After falling in the marathon 

How to slide into euphoria 

After falling out of Memoria






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022


A Steep Slide (a Musette)

Recently Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com/] introduced me to a new poem format Musette, and today I am presenting my first attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette” 
three verses 
first line – 2 syllables 
second line – 4 syllables 
third line – 2 syllables 
rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e 
title reflects poems content 


A Steep Slide (a Musette)




I creep

Down the steep slide

I weep


Betrayed

I hide and shake

Afraid


I crawl

Away from shame

And bawl






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Yorkie, Against the Undertow

The Wednesday challenge from Weekly Prompts is: CYCLING … please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My poem today is a “Repost” from January 7th 2019, and some of my followers may remember my hectic rehab’ time after my stroke in early December. I had to get myself fit enough to fly to New York by April 24th …
Well here it is Thursday evening in Geelong, 10.55pm, and I’m editing my new book “Perceptions” again … oh well that’s “the undertow of life”





Yorkie, Against the Undertow


I’m seated on my silver bike, called Yorkie

Pedalling slow and steadily

I’m not actually moving

But I am dreaming

Thinking of places I could be

Visualising what I might see


If I can keep pushing

I’ll end up with a Qantas cushion

I know the year is new and early

But I’m feeling unfit and unworldly

There’s a long way for my body to go

There’s no turning back, despite the undertow






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022