Tag: Music

There is a Better Way (a Tanka)


“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson




There is a Better Way (a Tanka)


The sun and the moon
Respectfully share the sky
All the birds I know
Fly by harmoniously
Why can’t we learn nature’s ways?






Ivor Steven (c) October 2025

Throwback Friday, Intertwined

Recently, the theme of most of my poems has been nature. Today’s Throwback Friday poem, written in September 2021, was also a reflective poem about nature.

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – I have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.” ― Walt Whitman


Intertwined

Why are we deaf and blind?
How can we be so silently unkind?
Nature is not our kitchen to be redesigned

Mother Earth is our holy shrine
Our one and only protective rind
All we need is her love intertwined



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Featured Image: Forest Garden, Mt Dandenong, Victoria, by Greg Brave

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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



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 … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.


Ivor Steven ©  October 2025

Creative Geelong Market Day, This Saturday, October 18th

It’s Market Day this Saturday from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m.
* Our popular monthly markets are all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade on the third Saturday of every month.
* They feature art, unique goods from local makers, second-hand goods, plants, books, and more.
* There are also open art studios, Yesterday Vintage, Untether Gallery, HBT Collectables, and the May’d Shop. 

All at, Centrepoint Arcade
132 Little Malop St, Geelong
From 11 am to 3 pm

And I’ll be there with ‘Frankie’ and my “New Bookstall Set-up”









Ivor Steven (c) October 2025

The Slug and the Toad (a Tanka)


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

Thinking About Everything

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

A Lunar Surprise

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

Wind and Light


“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?






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Until Eyes Hear Sound

Lulu Books >>  Until Eyes Hear Sound (lulu.com)



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

Neurotic Wind (a Tanka)

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

A Wayward Wind


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