First day was a rest and recover one and get to meet my my cousins and their doggies
Furry cousins, Archie, Mungo, and Kelly, with cousin in law, Robin and his veggie garden.
The view from the veranda deck, where I am writing this article.
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from February 2019, when I was preparing myself for a trip to America/New York/Philadelphia, to visit my Philadelphia “cousins”, and today, here I am on Vancouver Island visiting my Canadian “cousins”.
Dusty Passport
Here I was resting, home again from the hospital
After a second stroke had laid me up
I was rekindling thoughts of travelling to America
An adventure I’d always promised myself
Night is not always dark, you know
Firstly, I had to find my passport
Yes, I’d hidden it somewhere safe
After turning the bedroom inside out
Then, throwing the lounge room upside down
The lost document was on a garage shelf
Looking dusty, but still only five years old
Jumping for joy, you’d think I’d found gold
Hardly ever been stamped, a Chinese one, that’s all
Many years have passed since my last call
I clasped that passport firmly in my hand
And I said, “It’s time”, before my clock runs out of sand
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
An Ice Cream Cone
I’m flying up, against gravity’s undertow
Higher than all the birds I know
Above white clouds full of snow
My wings are made of steel and bone
And within this long underbelly I am not alone
As we burst through the wind’s vibration zone
Then out of the blue I am handed an ice cream cone
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Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Transition
The daedal grey clouds hang motionless
There is not a breath of wind in the calmness
And the gliding birds look weightless
The afternoon sun remains inactive
Slumbering behind the sky’s silvery curtain
And there is a swelling aura of expectation
From the amazed audience standing at the station
All waiting for the beginning of the pilgrim’s mission
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Who’s the Pilot” is in this week’s edition.
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/whos-the-pilot/
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Tullawalla:
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Ivor Steven © August 2025
High Flying (a Haiku)
A magpie zooms by
There’s no time to wave goodbye
A purposeful flight
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Bon Voyage (a Haiku)
Bon voyage lunch at
The Gold Diggers Arms Bistro
Siblings celebrate
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Tired, Wrinkled, and Wordless
I’m too tired to wiggle my toes
And pack my wrinkled clothes
I’m wordless at the moment
My thoughts are on postponement
I twist and roll over
Music wiggles inside my head
My somersault of dreams
Wrinkles my bedspread
Upside down
Tiredness falls out of my seams
Words tumble around
Nameless titles and endless tunes abound
A new moon’s brewing
Singing the blues,
Over my empty town
I twist and roll over again
I’m back where I started,
I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
Today, we gave ourselves a ‘Test Flight’ to the Cafe to see if my wings had recovered, and pleasingly, we navigated the outing without any major incidents.
Today’s Test Flight
Flying solo above the trees
Fluttering through the Bon Voyage clouds
Zipping over the nearby You Yangs
Out into the Southern Aurora sky
Then, across the world’s deepest ocean
Toward my dream’s mystical horizon
This is how my poem looks on my Instagram Site (ivors20)
Ivor Steven (c) August 2025
A Welcome Swallow in flight
This morning on my walkie with Frankie, I was lucky enough to photograph a ‘Welcome Swallow’ in flight. So, appropriately, today’s Throwback Friday poem is “Birds in Flight”, written in February 2023. The poem also appears in my book, ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’ (Chapter 1, page 14)
Birds in Flight
Our spirit birds sleep all night
Then emanate at first light
To resume their dedicated flights
Our watchtower sentinels of Mother Earth
Who sacredly ascend at first light
Forever in flight, since nature’s worldly birth
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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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 © August 2025
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