Photos – Page 125 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)

Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Above Grey Sky

Above Grey Sky

A black curtain of cloud falls

How dark will this hour become

While daylight vacates the mind

A bitter wind cuts through sound

How silent will the hour become

Before the black dog flies off his chain

A bolt of lightning breaks through the sky

How radiant will this moment become

Before daylight reopens the cracks again

“There’s a crack in everything

that’s how the light gets in” … Leonard Cohen (Anthem)

Ivor Steven © October 2022

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn, (Tullawalla, page 144

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)

I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand

the words, I did not understand

I thought why? Put another brick in wall

ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

there I stood alone, and stared

above the galaxy’s glare

my retinas were burning

last night’s moon had fallen

beyond the broad blue dawn

and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw in our narrowing crevasse

the universe, in a blade of grass

Ivor Steven © October 2022

Here Comes the Sun Again, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Here Comes the Sun Again”, 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/here-comes-the-sun-again/

Ivor Steven © October 2022

Gatherers

On my morning walk I took these interesting photos

Gatherers

There!

In the forest fringe

Gathering among the leaves and bark

Stood wooden knives and forks

The forks way outnumbered the knives

Why?

Were the splintered knives

On the cutting edge of extinction

Have the forks?

Wisely discovered the point?

That being one of nature’s gatherers

Is the only way to survive humanities

Wasteful and wanton waves of settlers

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Echoes (3 Haiku)

The three Haiku that make up this one poem, originate from three different sources.
The first stanza/haiku was inspired by Jez’s Haiku
>> https://jezzieg.com/2022/09/30/haiku-427/
The second stanza/haiku was inspired by Bartholomew’s Fraiku
>> https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/09/30/fraiku-follow-the-money/
The third stanza/haiku is a haiku I created for this post

Echoes (3 Haiku)

Some human critters
Can be thoughtless litterers
Nature’s enemies

Co-operate greed
Unlimited boundaries
Without compassion

An unknown poet
Scrawls on recycled paper
Words become echoes

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Throwback Friday, A Fortunate Man, by Ivor Steven

A poem I wrote after I had finished building my courtyard verandah, and I was feeling comfy and content …

Go Dog Go Café

I originally wrote this poem in November 2017, and the piece was then called “Luxury”, and today’s revision is the poem’s third version.

A Fortunate Man

Sometimes in life

Just when it’s right

There’s that moment

And today’s that moment

Sometimes we are lucky

Against all the odds

There’s that fortunate time

And here I am feeling blessed

Gratefully thankful

I write these words on today’s Newspaper

Reading tomorrows weather report

Happiness is here

Here right beside me

Under my verandah roof

Loving the luxury of home

Comfy with the fruits of my life

Sometimes a fortune is a sweet apple

Ivor Steven (c) November 2017

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about…

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