A Black Pacific Sideband Slug, or a native Banana Slug (Ariolimax columbianus) in a darker morph.
Western Toad (Anaxyrus boreas), a native species to the Pacific Northwest.
A Mudlark jumping his shadow
The Slug and the Toad (a Tanka)
The long black slug said
“I’m the largest slug worldwide.”
The brown toad replied
“That’s awesome, but can you leap
over your shadow.”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2025
Feature Image Above: Frankie and I, mid-poem at our local café—where thoughts drift between nothing and something, and companionship keeps everything afloat.
Attached Images: Three of my bird photos from today: Wattlebird, Magpie, and Mudlark.
This poem grew from three spontaneous reflections I left on fellow bloggers’ posts—each a response to a moment that stirred something in me. Though written separately, the stanzas now speak to one another, forming a quiet meditation on uncertainty, resilience, and the weight of responsibility. Sometimes, everything lives in the spaces between.
The three bloggers in stanza order.
1st Stanza >> Okay, Socrates | Rethinking Life
2nd Stanza >> Tempted By A Demon – I Write Her
3rd Stanza >> Four in a row – Keep it alive
Thinking About Everything
In between nothing,
and something —
where is everything?
Hold onto a limb,
when the body forgets how to swim,
and the mind’s in a spin.
Holding onto self-discipline
can be hard to maintain —
especially for politicians,
who hold all the reins
in the hard rain.
This live rendition carries a breath of vulnerability and grace—perfect for reflecting on the spaces between nothing, something, and everything. It’s the kind of song that lingers, like a paw resting gently on your arm.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2025
After weeks of angry skies and biting winds, the moon returned—smiling, serene, and softly settling into the horizon’s embrace. I paired this poem with ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky, a song that lifts the spirit just as the moon lifted mine. May it brighten your night as it did mine.
A Lunar Surprise
After weeks of angry skies,
And cold winds that stung our eyes,
It was a pleasant surprise
To see your smily whiteface,
Before you settled down into place
Upon the horizon’s pillowcase.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2025
“May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face, and the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.” ~ George Jung
Wind and Light
I cannot perceive the speed of light,
but I can feel its energy –
gently touch my skin.
I cannot see today’s cold gusts,
but I can hear nature’s wind —
boldly sting my eyes.
Between light and wind,
I know who is the fastest.
But I wonder: who is the strongest?
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © October 2025
In the wake of the recent devastating storms in the Philippines, nature’s fragility echoes through broken branches and scattered leaves. This Tanka reflects on the quiet aftermath—where hope lingers, and the question of restoration remains tenderly unanswered.
Neurotic Wind (a Tanka)
I hope – and wonder –
after the neurotic wind
shyly stops blowing:
who’ll repair the broken trees,
and rescue the orphaned leaves?
Ivor Steven © October 2025
In the quiet defiance of blackbirds slicing through the wind, I found a mirror to our own fractured grace. This poem, paired with The Beatles’ “Blackbird,” reflects on the quiet unity of nature and the turbulent state of mankind.
A Wayward Wind
The black birds’ little wings
cut neatly into the wind,
sharper than a bee’s sting –
and resiliently, they grin,
despite nature’s wayward whirlwind.
The little birds’ stay combined,
unlike the lands’ irrational mankind,
who become violent and unrefined
when they are in an unkind bind.
Ivor Steven © October 2025
Yesterday, I attended my Belmont Page Writers group meeting, where we all take turns reciting our pieces of poetry or prose. Well, when it was Adrian’s turn, he produced his guitar and sang us a delightful song. My music/video of his lovely rendition is attached below (Whoops, I missed the first verse, so the video begins at the ‘Chorus’)
Adrian’s Song
“A Song of Dusk” (Lyrics by Adrian Brooks © )
Dusk dims the day
As she looks across the water
And watches his ship sail away
And disappear from sight
Now, time is all that’s left for her
To hang on hopes and promises
That echo through the ocean of her light
‘Chorus’
Rise the moon and set the sun
A star for every sigh of love
Ask how deep the waters run
And the wind for songs healing
Muse of the dusk
The tale commands its telling
For nothing counts for certainty
In matters of the heart
So who can say they’re meant to be
Two lovers bound for unity
When all the fates keep driving them apart
Rise the moon and set the sun
A star for every sigh of love
Ask how deep the waters run
And the wind for songs healing
And in their grief do they believe
Some hidden wheels are turning
Shaping all the happenings of future days
That there’s a world they can’t perceive
Where lovers’ fires keep burning
Till someday their paths will cross again
Rise the moon and set the sun
A star for every sigh of love
And this farewell’s their final one
As the wind cries its pity
Land’s lights are gone
And roll the waves unending
He begs the night sky’s confidence
But nothing will it betray
And though with all his heart he yearns
To turn the tide of destiny
Still, the waters carry him away
Ivor Steven © October 2025
Featured Image: Pixabay. Aurora Borealis
Yesterday, while we were walking along the banks of the Barwon River, we passed under the historic Queens Park Bridge, so today’s Throwback Friday poem is quite appropriate; originally written in September 2021.
Lights Above Bridges (Revise)
Bridges span our invisible years
And carry our forgotten tears
Crossing over old hidden fears
Bridges are burnt over time
Years turn to ashes in an instant
And time is our only constant
Beyond the longest bridges
Under the ocean’s bluest seas
And above nature’s greenest hues
Love’s pulsating Aurora nights renew
.
Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
Lulu Books >> Perceptions (lulu.com)
Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com
Ivor Steven © October 2025
Frankie enjoyed his walkies along the banks of the Barwon River yesterday.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2025
Acrux rises over the opal sea—its light, my inheritance.
In the hush of night, beneath the Southern Cross, I find myself wondering how far starlight travels—and why it feels so familiar. This poem is a reflection on cosmic legacy, distance, and the quiet claim we make on eternity.
Celestial Birthright
Tonight,
there above the horizon’s
dark blue oceans,
deep in the black opal sky,
I see the bright Acrux Star.
Then I wonder: how far away
is a million light-years from today?
And why is the star’s infinite light
eternally my birthright.
Music/Video: The final 3 minutes of “Sea of Stars” – 10-hour, ambient space music
Ivor Steven © October 2025
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