Tag: Music

Mankind’s Dirty Hands

My poem today is based on a poetic ‘comment’ that I wrote on the “Chatter Blog’s” site, after reading her interesting article. For those who follow Colleen’s site, would agree that all of her posts are thought provoking and interesting, and you may visit her article by clicking on this link >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/12/29/hasnt-been-back/



Mankind’s Dirty Hands



I am an ancient oak tree

leaning against the prevailing breeze

the winds of time have shaped me

after blowing my disguise into the sea


now here I stand

a lifeless shadow

of leafless branches

within nature’s naked forest

waiting for mankind’s dirty hands

to stop the desert sands

from ravaging the last strands

of what remains hanging over our land





Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

“In the Valley of Light”, is published in Vita Brevis’ new anthology

I’m proud to announce that my poem “In the Valley of Light”, has been published in the Anthology “Nothing Divine Dies”, a poetry anthology about Nature, produce by Vita Brevis Press, which is Volume III, in their successful series of Anthologies, and my sincere thanks go to the editor Brian for kindly considering my poem.

“Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

From a shaft of sunlight warming the kitchen floor to a lush forest by Walden pond, what is it about experiencing nature that pleases and fulfills us? In the third volume of the Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology,established and emerging poets from around the world show what nature means to them. This is nature poetry at its most precise and moving, continuing the long tradition of Transcendentalism, deciphering ourselves and the world that sustains us — with art.

You may purchase this outstanding Anthology via these links
>> Paperback (https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737296519)
>> Ebook (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09PDN3YGZ)



In the Valley of Light


The cold winds of change

Blow down from the mountain range

Gathering up lost souls estranged


Rescuing them from the forest of shadows

And release them into the sunny valleys of tomorrow


Where there is light, there is colour

Where there is colour, there is energy

Where there is energy, there is life





Ivor Steven (c) December 30th 2021

Dad’s Old Writing Desk





Dad’s Old Writing Desk


Typing words on my brother’s laptop

Sitting at my dad’s old writing desk


Here I am surrounded

By a magical sea of real friends

Who are smiling at my memories

Floating on moonlit walls

Glowing above the paintings

Created by my dream-time girl

Before she departed

This mystifying world





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

Strong Undertows, 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 “Strong Undertows” is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
https://coffeehousewriters.com/strong-undertows/

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

That Old Familiar Fireplace

The year faltered and stumbled by

After Santa’s last reindeer traveled the sky

Months of ‘covid’ blocked all roads to Rome

That prevented families from going home

When the festive season did arrive

Finally there were real hugs and high fives

Rejoicing among warm hearts and smiling faces

Standing cozily beside those old familiar fireplaces

Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

New Windows

New Windows

•

The day after

Flying around this old tree

Life is slowly coming back to me

•

I step away from my “Itmims” sleigh

To embrace the new world

And give celebrations another whirl

•

With a life full of joy

My journey continues

To dance through

Lockdown’s open windows

Ivor Steven (c) December 26th 2021

Dear Emily

The featured imaged above is photo I took today, because coincidently, I happen to be reading a book of Emily Dickinson’s poems … and thank you to my neice Kerri, (a graphic design artist) for cleverly enhancing the image, so as to make the words legible .. (my original photo was deplorable due to bright reflections from the midday sun)




Dear Emily


Your mystical words speak to me

About yesteryear

And beyond today

Where smiles and dimples

Live within bandaged moments

Of my soul


Your book describes the universe

From Celestial lists

To below nature’s dome

Where birds and butterflies

Live within unruffled moments

Of the sky


Your worldly wisdom fills my dreams

From babbling brooks

To mountainous oceans

Where imagination flows freely

And lives within loving moments

Of my heart





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021