The morning after
Daylight suddenly became noon
As I hazily forgot
About the midnight moon
That sparkled in a glass of champagne
Stirred by my evening’s silver spoon
Which are now hovering
Under the ceiling fan
Of my slithery room
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
A deluge of fat rain drops
Larger than an army of flying frogs
Bounding over tumbling logs
Quickly flooded my driveway
With rivers of bubbling ponds
Wildly racing in busy relays
That blindly drowned my lazy Sunday
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Apple blossom and white lilies are flowers that symbolize peace, but we need more than nature’s beautiful flowers to set the white doves free …
White Flowers (a Haiku)
May we all see peace
Bloom beyond the seasonal
Lilies and blossom
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Today was my first day as ‘Host’ of the “Sprints” segment over on Coffee House Writers Magazine, which I shall be doing three evenings a week, and during the initial 20 minute sprint session, I wrote this appropriate piece …
Sprinting
Here I am, at my age!
Awkwardly sprinting
Writing quickly into a twenty minute page
Adrenaline pumping
Dribbling words into an empty rain gauge
Heartbeat racing
Thoughts are flying out of an unlocked cage
Calmly panicking
Between memories of love and hidden rage
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Today I read these incredible words on Colleen Brown’s “The Chatter Blog” site.
“Tho’ my voice maybe tuneless
Don’t discount my song
My song sings emotion – pitch perfect” … Faherty Brown
Here is the link to Colleen’s article >
https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2022/01/05/my-soul-sings/
And after reading her beautiful quote … a poem that I wrote back in May 2018, now appears to be more meaningful than what I originally thought my words were about.
Right or Wrong, It’s Your Song (Revised)
Who knows the words to your song
Who sings in tune to your song
Who is to say a song is right
Or a song is wrong
It is not their song
It is not my song
It is your song
Right or wrong
And we we all here for the same song
Let us all sing the song
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Featured Image Above: Of the Kananaskis Mountains, Alberta, Canada (West of Calgary), taken by my uncle, Dick Meyer (Dec.), from August 1997 …
From The North
Winter will not die
Nor relinquish his title
Without a cold blast
Howling over frozen bones
Of ancestors who have passed
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
I walk pass today
Remembering yesterday
Where is tomorrow?
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
The Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge is: A New Dawn. and may visit their fabulous by clicking on >> Here and my attached ‘golden poem’ is in response to the prompt
Ivor Steven (c) January 1st 2022 (Happy New Year)
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)
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
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
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