Wryly the Moon Sighs
Looking up into the sky
There, beyond the clouds
The world’s afternoon pilot
Our phlegmatic half-moon
Petitions our eyes
And spiritually
Wryly sighs at our demise
Then wisely
Waits for twilight’s disguise
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Moonlight Words”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/moonlight-words/
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
I am close to home
Near flowering wattle trees
As her gold flowers
Bespatter me with petals
Of nature’s serenity
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Are we the drowned ones?
Lying beside our beach whales
Unable to breathe
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
False words smudge old clouds
Grayness hangs under tired sky
The sad sky decries
“Children are our butterflies
And please stop the warring lies”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Why is my yard green
When humanity’s so mean
Towards trees and bees
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
This week, the Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word: Compare. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE …
In my poem below I have tried to ‘Compare’ the big pond created by our recent heavy rain, with the big, big pond that the “Apollo 13” space capsule had to find in 1970, when their mission to the moon was aborted due to an on board explosion half to the moon …
Golden Pond
Last night I watched an old movie
A dramatic true story
About the Apollo 13 mission
To the moon
During the film
I could hear the pounding
Of heavy rain on my iron roof
In the morning
Despite the water-logged ground
I went for my walk
And found a muddy golden pond
Had flooded the forest floor
In ankle deep water
I stood and wondered
About the Apollo 13 astronauts
Who had failed in their quest
To walk on the moon
Despite the traumatic problems
Of the aborted journey
They miraculously managed to return safely
And land the space capsule
Upon the earth’s golden pond
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
A big thank you to Colleen for inspiring these words
>> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2022/10/12/into-the-warmth/
Intoxicating (a Haiku)
To breathe the cool breeze
Pass under my verandah
Intoxicates me
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Follow The Leader (a Tanka)
Spring grass is greener
The stems and stalks are taller
Nature’s endless gifts
Natural healthy fibre
My Doggies joyful pasture
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
Over on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is the word: ALONE. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here . The Haiku below is my response to todays prompt.
Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)
The white moon hangs low
In the blue afternoon sky
Old crow stands alone
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
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