Photos: Please note, that all the “Snail” images here on this post, were taken by Derrick Knight, who at my request, kindly delved through his many years of Archives, especially for this article and I am sincerely grateful for his generosity and diligence.
Winter Snails (a Haiku)
Autumn leaves did fall
A winter sun warms our souls
Snails renew their trail
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Featured Image Above: A painting by, Carole Steven.
Is There More?
Beyond my front door
Will there be more?
When the lights go out
I quietly sit and stare
To see what is out there
Is there more?
Than starlit stairs
And when will I?
Begin the climb
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Featured Image Above: Taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here, with his generous permission.
The Above Photos, are of my courtyard’s Osteospermum’s (Daisies)
Pushing Up Daisies
I am not crazy, nor am I lazy
I am living in a foggy haze
In the middle of this planetary maze
Am I out of phase?
When I say
This world is a dying daisy
I have abandoned my computer desk
A messy digital mirage, so grotesque
And searching the cosmos for a pink moon
Away from this dizzy burlesque
Am I out of phase?
When I say
That out there in the Milky Way
There is another pink moon
Actively interested
In growing yellow daisies
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Crawling Out of a Dark Void” 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/crawling-out-of-dark-void/
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
The morning after
Daylight suddenly became noon
As I hazily forgot
About the midnight moon
That sparkled in a glass of champagne
Stirred by my evening’s silver spoon
Which are now hovering
Under the ceiling fan
Of my slithery room
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
A deluge of fat rain drops
Larger than an army of flying frogs
Bounding over tumbling logs
Quickly flooded my driveway
With rivers of bubbling ponds
Wildly racing in busy relays
That blindly drowned my lazy Sunday
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Apple blossom and white lilies are flowers that symbolize peace, but we need more than nature’s beautiful flowers to set the white doves free …
White Flowers (a Haiku)
May we all see peace
Bloom beyond the seasonal
Lilies and blossom
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Today was my first day as ‘Host’ of the “Sprints” segment over on Coffee House Writers Magazine, which I shall be doing three evenings a week, and during the initial 20 minute sprint session, I wrote this appropriate piece …
Sprinting
Here I am, at my age!
Awkwardly sprinting
Writing quickly into a twenty minute page
Adrenaline pumping
Dribbling words into an empty rain gauge
Heartbeat racing
Thoughts are flying out of an unlocked cage
Calmly panicking
Between memories of love and hidden rage
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Today I read these incredible words on Colleen Brown’s “The Chatter Blog” site.
“Tho’ my voice maybe tuneless
Don’t discount my song
My song sings emotion – pitch perfect” … Faherty Brown
Here is the link to Colleen’s article >
https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2022/01/05/my-soul-sings/
And after reading her beautiful quote … a poem that I wrote back in May 2018, now appears to be more meaningful than what I originally thought my words were about.
Right or Wrong, It’s Your Song (Revised)
Who knows the words to your song
Who sings in tune to your song
Who is to say a song is right
Or a song is wrong
It is not their song
It is not my song
It is your song
Right or wrong
And we we all here for the same song
Let us all sing the song
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Featured Image Above: Of the Kananaskis Mountains, Alberta, Canada (West of Calgary), taken by my uncle, Dick Meyer (Dec.), from August 1997 …
From The North
Winter will not die
Nor relinquish his title
Without a cold blast
Howling over frozen bones
Of ancestors who have passed
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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