Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Life is a Bowl of Fudge”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/life-is-a-bowl-of-fudge/
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2022
Below; I have formed one poem out of four Haiku that I wrote this morning, and I have many fractured thoughts within my soul today, a decade after Carole’s passing on May 3rd 2012 at 1.15pm …
Today’s Fragments
(A four Haiku poem)
I am who I am
I can’t use another tram
She’s my hologram
I sit beside her
Next to yesterday’s campfire
Candles in the wind
A red flame flickers
Under her celestial star
My eternal light
On my island home
Winds blow from across the sea
Completion awaits
Ivor Steven (c) May 3rd 2022
Back on the 2nd of May 2012, I thought this poem was going to be the last piece I would ever write … finality for my wife was near, and my mind was adrift on the horizon. … little did I know, that in few months time, her spirit and enthusiasm for life, would become the inspirational source for the revival of my poetry writings, and now a decade later “Carole’s” amazing zest for life, still influences my every thought behind the words I write …
‘Til Death Do Us Part
She’s there, in that tall pale building of brick.
Where the Nightingales care and tend to the sick.
She’s there, away from home and her comforting bed.
Where the Doctors try to fix the endless ills from her head.
She’s there, and her absence reminds me of future plights.
Where my anxieties for her her well being endure her fight.
She’s there, and I need to visit her all day, and every night.
Where the distance to reach her soul is out of sight.
She’s there, and I’m wondering about that far away dome.
Where her lost personal affection would leave her all alone.
She’s there, in those misty clouds, with church bells ringing.
Where she’s near to the sombre sounds of angels singing.
She’s there, and her constant pain remains tight in my heart.
Now I’m convinced, just like I said at the very start.
There’s no place like home for her gathering dark.
And I promise to her again, ‘til death do us part.
Ivor Steven (c) May 2nd 2022
Autumn has been dry and warm
And the earth remains cracked
Providing cosy homes for the field critters
The brown crickets are thriving
And hopping along shared tracks
Innocently dancing there
Beyond the murdering arms of war
Mushrooms are sprouting on the verges
Stoically poised on stumpy stems
Under sheltering white caps
Nature’s nutritional ground fruit
Innocently standing there
Beyond the murdering arms of war
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
There is a greyness filling the sky
Made up of sick tongues and lies
Death and destruction in a dirty disguise
Enquiries from worldwide continue to ask why
So many innocent people must die
While fleeing the greyest of Eastern skies
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Ten years ago today, it was the “Time” that I made a “heart stopping decision”
Did Your Heart Stop Too?
Did you cry too?
When the doctors told you
She was not going to recover
Did they ask you too?
About what you already knew
It was time
To flick the switch
And dim her light
Did your heart stop too?
Knowing
You had emptied her shoes
Did you sleep there too?
During those infinite days of blue
Softly holding her hand
And not letting go
Did you weep too?
Blankly alone
In her full room
Waiting
For her last silent breath
Ivor Steven (c) April 27th 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Day One”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/day-one/
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Running Out Of Time (a Tanka)
Time is eternal
We live and die over time
Unfinished business
Is left hanging on the line
No more time, our only crime
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Did you see the sunrise this morning?
The horizon was like a golden blind
Did you read the news at lunchtime?
The headlines were dark and unkind
Did you watch the night sky fall this evening?
The stars looked like yellow pieces of shrapnel
Do you know our planet earth?
Exists only as a moment in time
Do you know that the universe?
Created all reason and rhyme
Do you understand Mr Shootin’ Putin?
That you are the world’s worst crime
Heartlessly deaf, cruelly dumb, and compassionately blind
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
Walking in the rain
Wearing water-logged boots
I am dodging millipedes
And hopping over puddles
With the footpath crickets
I see a universe above the sky
As the liquid clouds
Drop their weight
Upon my empty hands
Filling them with verses
Of memories and rhymes
Ivor Steven (c) April 2022
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