Tag: Music

Waiting For The Revolving Door

This week the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is; OVERTHINK. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . And today I have been “Overthinking” to make any sense out of my thoughts during the writing of my poem tonight …



Waiting at the Door




I was waiting last year

waiting last month

waiting last week

waiting yesterday

I am waiting again tonight

do I wait for tomorrow?


I might as well keep waiting

wait for what I have been waiting for

wait for that revolving door






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Count To Three

me and my shadow

are searching for tomorrow

despite decades of sorrow

there is no time left to borrow


I hope there is someone to take care of me

set my spirit free

among nature’s ancient trustees

maybe they will let my soul flow into the sea


but please stop, and count to three

before all your axes fell all our trees







Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Who Rang the Bell 


 
 
I am a tiring old writer 

like a punch-drunk fighter 

who buckled and fell 

before the round eleven bell 


lying flat on the bloody canvas 

wishing I were ambidextrous 

like the incredible Emily Dickison 

(Oh, she must have been!) 

and have I more stories in my subconscious?

ring the bell for round twelve 

I am in the corner, blindly courageous 

sitting here within my dizziness 

waiting for the new world to stop being carnivorous 







Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes, 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 “Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes”, 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/water-wrinkled-hands/







Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Before The Bell Rings

Above Images: My doggie Frankie, on his early morning walkie.


Before The Bell Rings



I am changing my daily routine

Now summer is in full swing

Hot like a fiery lantern


Before the breakfast bell rings

I will leave early and go walking

With doggie in tow, happily prancing


We will bathe in golden sunrises

Under the cobalt blue skies

Adorned with white cirrus stripes





Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Dust and Rain

Feature Image Above: A watercolour painting by Carole Steven.




Dust and Rain



Life eventually returns to dust

Think me morbid if you must

Funerals do that to me

Eulogies sting me like a bee

That gentle bite numbed my mind

To that sea of blurry faces, sincere and kind




My selfless tears did drown

In memories of pain

Of her being lowered down

On that day when I could not stop the rain






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022