Christmas Lights

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Featured Image: Geelong Floating Xmas Tree-2 | Russell Charters | Flickr

Today on Weekly Prompts the Wednesday challenge is: CHRISTMAS DINNER. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. .. and my poem ‘Christmas Lights’ is in response to their prompt …


Christmas Lights


A year of standing alone

Without the normal crowd

Talking to no one

Silence was far too loud


Shut in and locked down

Disinfected and scoured


Months of writer’s cramps

An elbow’s old nerve soured

Numbness travels to hand

Dumbness seemed to be allowed


December’s faltering days

Turned into Christmas lights

And a New Year causeway

Seems to be within sight






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Afloat, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Afloat”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers …>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/afloat/

Coffee House Writers

Coffee House Writers

Afloat: This poem is about living in these confusing times of the “Covid” pandemic, and the constant uncertainty of handling normal everyday tasks.
Written by, Ivor Steven Est. reading time I min







Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

New Horizons





New Horizons





The calm whispering sky

Becomes the morning’s warm foot-bath

While doggie paws wander on the winding path


Dawn’s old cogs begin grinding

Rusty axles are slowly turning

Daytime wheels start rolling

Time never stops revolving

New seasons always keep evolving

And summertime lights up new horizons





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Tell Me Why (a Haibun)

Feeling very privileged and happy today. Last night, as a invited guest, I attended the special pre-show celebratory gathering and performance of Tell Me Why – Archie Roach, concert.

ABOUT THE SHOW:

A new work sharing stories and songs from Archie Roach’s award-winning memoir and companion album, Tell Me Why is an intimate, moving and often confronting account of his resilience, strength of spirit as well as a great love story. It’s an extraordinary odyssey of love, heartbreak, family, community, survival and renewal, showcasing the healing power of music.

Not many have lived as many lives as Archie, from stolen child, teenage alcoholic, seeker, lover, father, musical and lyrical genius, to social advocate and First Nations leader – but it took almost a lifetime to find who he really was. He is Archie Roach.

In the “Tell Me Why” show, Archie Roach voiced joy, pain, and hope within the songs that he had found on his journey to becoming the legendary singer, songwriter and storyteller that he is today; and below is my Haiku that I wrote straight after the concert …


Why (a Haiku)


The stolen children

Tell me why did they do that?

Does the river know?




Below; I have attached two of Archie Roach’s music/videos, and you can find more of his powerful lyrics and music on YouTube ...






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Perceptions

Introduction

This booklet is a collection of twenty collaborative articles. The photographs were taken by Derrick Knight, and the associated poems were written by Ivor Steven

The Photographer: Derrick Knight (New Forest, Southern England)

He is a septuagenarian who enjoys rambling physically and photographing what he sees, and rambling in his head as memories are triggered. He also rambles through a lifetime of his photographs.

The poet: Ivor Steven (Geelong, Australia)

He was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 20 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and also writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America). 

As far as I can ascertain(??) from my poetry files, “The Faeries of Fry’s Lane” is the first poem I wrote in association with a Photograph/s taken by Derrick Knight from his wonderful blog/website … I have now compiled a PDF Booklet of all our twenty (I think) collaorations … If are you interested in receiving a free PDF copy of “Perceptions”, please contact me via this email >> IR.Steven@bigpond.com





The Faeries of Fry’s Lane


Walking down Fry’s Lane

Sheltering from the misty rain

I did spy among the hedgerow berries

A Frolic of mystical faeries

Like iridescent glowing canaries

A fluttering of night-time luminaries


Trying not to disturb their magical home

I quietly asked them, Are you all alone”

The faeries laughed and danced

They replied, Your vision is by perchance

and your dreams may turn to stone

if you wish for a golden throne”


Suddenly the glittering sands of time

Illuminating the faeries wings of rhyme

Begun jumping off the falling star

And the faeries quickly flew back to their green Avatar






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

By Chance a Glance, While Christmas Shopping 

The Wednesday challenge, on Weekly Prompts is: CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here .. and the poem below is my response to their prompt


By Chance a Glance, While Christmas Shopping 


I saw her

We were crossing in opposite directions 

Then ironically 

We happened to end up at the same cafe


What do you say?

When you have forgotten her name 

How to begin?

Time has flown by

Since we last met


Oh well, here I go

Walking across the cafe

Towards her table 

She catches sight of me 

Her eyes happy in acknowledgment 

“Hello Janine”

Yes! I remembered that smile 


We gleefully grinned 

And chatted as good friends do

Neither of us could recall 

How many years it was 

But no matter 

We continued our jovial banter 





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Atlantis, is up at Spillwords Magazine

I am ecstatic to have my poem “Atlantis” published at Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editors at Spillwords for accepting my piece .. Pease go and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a ❤ for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/atlantis/



Atlantis



Nature’s abundant history

Bounces forth in front of our eyes

The view is silently stunning

Nature’s assets keep running

Our hearts keep drumming

In tune with nature’s humming


Gently step into her ocean surf

For beneath the waves lays her sodden turf

The Atlantis carpet of ancestral bones

Remnants of ruined millennia covered in fallen moonstones

Nature’s guiding lodestones waiting to be atoned





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Stone Arches, High In The Sky

Image credit: Vrolans @ Pixabay

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #111 photo prompt


Stone Arches, High In The Sky


Sitting on this old cemetery bench

Judiciously carved from marble

I’m pondering like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’

Observing God’s arches high in the sky


Supported by tall Gothic columns

Laboriously sculptured stone

Dull shades of gray

Etched by heavy rain

Burnt under the drying sun

Shaped by the winds of time


Millennia cast in granite

History encrusted surfaces

Pillars of society, silently solidified

Witnesses of forgotten decades

Ancient pyramids overseeing cold graveyards

Decayed monuments to our lost souls


Immortality and finality achieved

Beyond the shadows of doubt

Their stoic presence

An eternal epitaph






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

A Sunday Dream

Featured Image Above: has been cropped from the photo below, which was taken by Derrick Knight, and again I sincerely thank Derrick for allowing me to reproduce his photos here, in conjunction with my poems. You may visit his fabulous site by clicking on this link
>> https://derrickjknight.com/






A Sunday Dream




did you hear the stars sing last night?

no

neither did I

did you see the sun cry at dawn?

no

neither did I

did you hear the bells ring this morning?

no

neither did I

did you feel the earth sigh today?

no

neither did I


there is you, I, and why

why cannot they see the sky?

why do they always lie?

why do they not cry?






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021