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The Closing Chapter

On Saturday morning I visited the the local “Pop Up Creatives Market”. The artwork at the “Wild Woodland Warrior” stall, run by Stephanie had many excellent paintings, and I bought a intriguing print “Library of Possibilities” … we had a nice chat, she likes poetry and we had a mutual poet friend in Jeremy Palmer … and she has an exhibition running at the momont at the Analogue Academy, the venue of my book launch next Saturday November 22nd … My poem below, “The Closing Chapter” was inspired her painting in Featured Image Above





The Closing Chapter




After the first page was turned

The saga progressed slowly

Unopened books were lost

Unused words were found

New novels had to be read

The search for more

Went on, and on


Adventure volumes were added

Library expansion soared upwards

Higher than fiction could fly

Fluttering beyond

The ladder’s last rung

Where the quest for more

Was out of reach

And the tale of uncharted possibility

Remained the unfinished story

Of the closing chapter






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022


Golden Pond

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

Throwback Friday, Poetry in Motion, by Ivor Steven

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A Poem I wrote in May 2020, which now appears in my book “Tullawalla”. The poem is in “Chapter 9, Not Horror, But Weird”, on page 140.

Poetry in Motion

I was searching for words

Maybe the script’s lost in celluloid

I’ve a pile of empty poems

Frustratingly strewn

Here, there and everywhere

But I hear them whispering

“We’re not finished yet

Do not leave us for dead

Under this thick biblical heap

Please tend to your lost sheep”

The mound of poetry pages

Began chanting louder

And I was silently listening

To their distant preaching

But I’m not that proud

And I quickly lit the gunpowder

Ivor Steven (c) May 2020

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…

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Ask a Blade of Grass

Cassa Bassa. “It’s sad but reflecting a side of truth.
Ivor’s reply. “Despite humanity’s scientific advancements, their humanitarian skills are nonexistent”





Ask a Blade of Grass




Yesterday I looked up

At a grandfather clock

And saw the hands of time


Today I look above

At the gloomy clouds

And see beams of light

Appear through cracks in the sky


Tomorrow I will look down

At our war-torn ground

And ask a blade of grass

Why? Peace cannot be found

In our time






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

A Poem About Me (Revised)

The original poem was written in August 2018, and back then I was not considering writing a book, but ironically or fortunately all the pieces in Bold Italic and the titles of poems in new my book “Tullawalla”





A Poem About Me (Revised)




How to write a poem about me

The boy who lived by the sea

As a youngster, I was not a loud speaker

Just shy and quiet teenager

Who wondered about Dreams of the Heart

With my visions of yesteryear Well Preserved

I loved Vegemite, honey and ice-cream

Then my life became Just a Little Dream


Looking at the Crystal Clear Shallows on the bay

I saw Ripples of Inconsiderateness turn my hair grey

Struggling, life was disappearing after my stroke

Emotionally I was crying out, Who’s Left to Row the Boat

Needing strength, my stars echoed, “I do Thee Shine”

Now I’m left with these Words of Mine

Recalling the days during her Everlasting Smile

Leaving my empty hands full, of Memories and Rhymes






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)

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

Throwback Friday, Echoes, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Echoes” is up at Go Dog Go Cafe’s ‘Throwback Friday’

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This poem appears in my recent book “Tullawalla” and was originally written in August 2019

Echoes (Tullawalla, page 147)

My night’s sleep was calm and sound

Despite the deafening noise of echoes lost a found

I heard the midnight owl singing

Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing

My blankets had not been disturbed

As if my shadow had slept unperturbed

And my mind had been emptied of today’s wind burns

Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

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 those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems…

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