Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my Tanka “In The Blink Of An Eye”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem/Tanka, at Coffee House Writers … >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-blink-of-an-eye/
Ironically or coincidently, after re-posting several poems from my hospitalisation time three years ago … I suddenly found out that I am to be back in hospital for a short stay during the week … but I am only going up to level four, not that far from the ground floor, and within a short walk to the front door …
On Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Fork In The Road , please go over and visit their fabulous site by clincking >> Here . The poem “Either Way” below is my response to their prompt
This time three years ago, was the beginning of my three months is hospital, originally suffering from a “mystery” virus, and then I had a stroke, followed by another minor stroke. … Somehow I managed to write about that three month journey via my poems, and today I’m presenting the first poem I wrote from my hospital bed during that time …
A Blue Shark in My bed
I’m lying in bed, hallucinating
They’ve given me too many pain killers
Swimming between soaked sheets
In an ocean of hot sweat
I see a blue shark in my bed
Angrily circling me
That killers glint in his eyes
His giant jaws open wide
And he viciously bites me
Piercing my lower neck
And poking my left eye out
My blood is boiling on the red sea
If this is hell, please ring the bell
I shall pray to save my soul, and be set free
I’m swirling in drugs, I cannot think
My eyes are shut, I cannot blink
Where are you mum
I was always your number one
She’d make me my favourite cake
A passion-fruit sponge she’d bake
I sense a benevolent friend, if he’s not too late
Smuggling me a gun, past white guards, inside mum’s cake
I’m thrilled to announce that a second poem of mine “New Mushrooms” was also selected by the Red Wolf Journal for their up-coming 2022 Spring Edition Anthology, a sincere thank you to the editor Irene for accepting my poem.
After the storm
Old boundaries were transformed
Fences were moved and torn
Fields smelled of rotting corn
Patient vultures remained airborne
Above the drowning longhorn’s
After the storm
I rested under the peppercorn
And I saw new mushrooms rise with the dawn
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing for 20 years. He is a member of Geelong Writer Inc (Australia), a team member with the on-line blog-site ‘Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and is a writer for the Coffee House Writers Magazine (America).
My poem today has been inspired by the three photos here on my article … The photos were all taken by Derrick Knight, who kindly allowed me to reproduce them here for my poem “Connected” … You may visit Derrick’s fabulous site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/11/19/traffic-control-duties/
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