New Horizons
The calm whispering sky
Becomes the morning’s warm foot-bath
While doggie paws wander on the winding path
Dawn’s old cogs begin grinding
Rusty axles are slowly turning
Daytime wheels start rolling
Time never stops revolving
New seasons always keep evolving
And summertime lights up new horizons
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Feeling very privileged and happy today. Last night, as a invited guest, I attended the special pre-show celebratory gathering and performance of Tell Me Why – Archie Roach, concert.
ABOUT THE SHOW:
A new work sharing stories and songs from Archie Roach’s award-winning memoir and companion album, Tell Me Why is an intimate, moving and often confronting account of his resilience, strength of spirit as well as a great love story. It’s an extraordinary odyssey of love, heartbreak, family, community, survival and renewal, showcasing the healing power of music.
Not many have lived as many lives as Archie, from stolen child, teenage alcoholic, seeker, lover, father, musical and lyrical genius, to social advocate and First Nations leader – but it took almost a lifetime to find who he really was. He is Archie Roach.
In the “Tell Me Why” show, Archie Roach voiced joy, pain, and hope within the songs that he had found on his journey to becoming the legendary singer, songwriter and storyteller that he is today; and below is my Haiku that I wrote straight after the concert …
Why (a Haiku)
The stolen children
Tell me why did they do that?
Does the river know?
Below; I have attached two of Archie Roach’s music/videos, and you can find more of his powerful lyrics and music on YouTube ...
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Time rambles along
Memories become words
Rummaging resumes
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
The Wednesday challenge, on Weekly Prompts is: CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here .. and the poem below is my response to their prompt
By Chance a Glance, While Christmas Shopping
I saw her
We were crossing in opposite directions
Then ironically
We happened to end up at the same cafe
What do you say?
When you have forgotten her name
How to begin?
Time has flown by
Since we last met
Oh well, here I go
Walking across the cafe
Towards her table
She catches sight of me
Her eyes happy in acknowledgment
“Hello Janine”
Yes! I remembered that smile
We gleefully grinned
And chatted as good friends do
Neither of us could recall
How many years it was
But no matter
We continued our jovial banter
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
I am ecstatic to have my poem “Atlantis” published at Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editors at Spillwords for accepting my piece .. Pease go and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a ❤ for my article, by clicking on this link >> https://spillwords.com/atlantis/
Atlantis
Nature’s abundant history
Bounces forth in front of our eyes
The view is silently stunning
Nature’s assets keep running
Our hearts keep drumming
In tune with nature’s humming
Gently step into her ocean surf
For beneath the waves lays her sodden turf
The Atlantis carpet of ancestral bones
Remnants of ruined millennia covered in fallen moonstones
Nature’s guiding lodestones waiting to be atoned
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Image credit: Vrolans @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #111 photo prompt
Stone Arches, High In The Sky
Sitting on this old cemetery bench
Judiciously carved from marble
I’m pondering like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’
Observing God’s arches high in the sky
Supported by tall Gothic columns
Laboriously sculptured stone
Dull shades of gray
Etched by heavy rain
Burnt under the drying sun
Shaped by the winds of time
Millennia cast in granite
History encrusted surfaces
Pillars of society, silently solidified
Witnesses of forgotten decades
Ancient pyramids overseeing cold graveyards
Decayed monuments to our lost souls
Immortality and finality achieved
Beyond the shadows of doubt
Their stoic presence
An eternal epitaph
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
Under lock and key
The past can not be opened
Lunar history
Locked inside the universe
Beyond the stars of freedom
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
This afternoon I was having one of my recovery sleeps after my elbow surgery, when I was suddenly woken by a violent summer storm, and in flash I wrote these words… and without a second thought of what I was writing or thinking, and without being bashful, here is my 5 minute poem
Arm Less
I’m arm less against the storms
Thoughtless in their violence
Voiceless is their silence
Boneless flesh that flood
Endless wars with blood
Ivor Steven © December 2021
Hello readers and followers, I am happy to say that I am home after my operation on my elbow and recovering well ..
Kissed By An Angel
According to ancient folklore
From foreign shores
I should be grateful
For being kissed on the cheeks by an angel
However, many moons ago
When I was a young beau
I had pimples in my dimples
Now I am old and single
My dimples look like moon craters
Full of freckles and wrinkles
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
The words of this poem were inspired by comments that I left on Colleen’s and Donna’s post’s recently [ https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/ and https://www.djranch.org/ ], and the Featured Image Above, is one of Derrick Knight’s fabulous photos [ https://derrickjknight.com/ ] …
Time Watches Over Us
ours is not to reason why
for we are merely a fly
in the bigger sky
just passing by
however!
we do not stop learning
because every day
teaches us something new
and!
we cannot cease loving
because every day
our universe
creates something new
for us to love
yes!
the wheels of time
do not stop turning
and grandfather clocks
do not stop chiming
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
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