Tag: Music

A Hard Floor

Today I am presenting another poem that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” Zoom meeting on Sunday morning, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/



A Hard Floor



Storms rush in, then go

High seas and undertows

My chaotic fears on show

Before the final covering snow


I will sit and hibernate

Here on a hard floor

While wintry months

Await the thaw


Only to find the exit door

Opens onto another hard floor






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Logically, I Am Here

Today’s poem is one that I wrote while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous on-line “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link
>> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/



Logically, I Am Here



Nonsense and logic

What is the difference?

In our world today


A forest breeze

Caresses my senses

Like flowering gum-trees

Free up my defenses


I love nonsense

Is it my best sense?

My most creative sense

Is it my good mood sense?

Free of commonsense

And government expense






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Have We the Backbone? 

 
 
 
Are we ever going to change? 

Our attitudes 

Are we ever going to open our eyes? 

To the faded colour of our sky 


Are we clever enough to hear? 

The distress of nature’s sounds 

Are we brave enough to declare? 

The truth within our hearts 


When will it be safe enough to feel? 

Stardust between our toes 

Have we a strong enough backbone? 

To unload all the foolish gold 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Chameleon

Featured Image: by wallpapers: Chameleon Wallpapers


Chameleon




I am slippery like an eel

I slide among the field

My mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze


Or I can be warm as toast

Sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

Not easy to see, but ready to please






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Rebirth the Blossom




Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme



After self-destruction

There is resurrection

After the fall

There is winter and spring

After the blossom

There is fruit to eat


After last years sour feast

There is nature’s regeneration

At our feet

After the cycle repeats

Can our dirty clouds be revived?

To rebirth our wheat






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Do Snails Go To The Ballet? is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine this week …

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Do Snails Go To The Ballet?”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/snails-go-to-ballet/







Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Pure White Gold

On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..


Pure White Gold




we all have our worth

here on mother earth




the apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right?

to have that unadulterated bite

knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight


it is a crying shame

that our dreams are not all the same

who is to blame

for this loveless game


please give us some hope

so we may live to cope






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Until Eyes Hear Sound

Featured Image Above: By Derrick Knight, and I am sincerely grateful to Derrick for allowing me to use his wonderful photos here in collaboration with my poems.



Until Eyes Hear Sound



The air I breathe

Purifying within

free to leave

free as the wind


I wonder at nature’s freshness

early in the morning

we take her for granted

our perennial mother earth

nurturing a new start to every day

I wish mankind could

begin afresh like her


Searches are many

answers unwound

mirrors our insanity

until eyes hear sound






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022