Again, I couldn’t get the ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ site to reblog my post, so, I have copied and pasted my article here …
This morning in Geelong it’s a cold and thick foggy start to the day, and appropriately I have found this piece from exactly 2 years ago

The Rear of Night

My foggy morning, is an inky dye

The heavy mist, has kidnapped my sky

Sabotaging my light, the sun disappeared in front of my eyes

And the rear of night, has been left with no respite

There is no start, nor end to my blurry sight

Breathing in moist air, I gasp, where is the moon?

Has my gloomy forecast, unraveled too soon?

Is this sunless day, the beginning of doom?

Ivor Steven (c) July 2019

My dying dusk is falling out of bounds

Evening clouds are not making a sound

I cannot hear her moon shadows hit the ground

And I see the silent night being slowly drowned

Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned

The Goddess of Light, and I am spellbound

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Here is another poem that I recently submitted, but failed at the selection table, but again, I am now allowed to publish this piece here on my Website… Enjoy !!

My Faerie Godmother, Joanna

The midnight hour is here, and I am ready to hit the moonlit track

Beyond the starry silence, I hear the mystical forest calling me back

My bones are trembling with nervous anticipation

As I sense faerie dust drifting over the blue-gum plantation

Urging me to visit my faerie godmother, Joanna

My days with her are always fun, especially playing with her pet goanna

Her tiny cottage is near the coastal village of Ulladulla

On the banks of the mysteriously green lake Coonawarra

Where auntie Joanna flits about in the purple shadows of her Jacaranda trees

While teasing and dancing in between her pet goanna’s crooked knees

I have been hiking for hours and dawn is breaking

And I pause to bask in the morning’s magical awakening

However, the air is far too still, and I feel something is amiss

Usually, my auntie would be flitting about to playfully blow me a kiss

Then the local mayor comes forward with the sad news about Joanna

My faerie godmother has been eaten by her pet goanna

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Today’s poem “Untethered”, is also uncaptured … a submission of mine that failed at the selection table, but not to worry, because now I am allowed to publish the poem here on my websibe …

Untethered

With my back against the setting sun

I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun

Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs

I will untether my sturdy spacecraft Itmims*

And traverse the universe to discover a new world

Another planet of wonderment, yet unfurled

Where rivers and oceans are crystal clear

And unmasked, I can breathe the atmosphere

Where flowering plains are home to sacred trees

And native fauna roam wild and free

*Itmims, Ivor’s time machine in micro space

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Escapism has stopped

The front door is locked

Curtains block out a ghost town

And the ceiling is pushing down

External light has turned brown

Internal white is sacred ground

Staleness fills the air

An empty shadow stains the chair

Stillness falls inside the box

Burdened by invisible chains and locks

And loneliness tastes like hollow ice-blocks

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Again the ‘rebog button’ didn’t work on my ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ site, so I have copied and pasted my article here on own WP site for my followers to enjoy

‘Morning Whispers’ is a poem I wrote from under the shelter of my courtyard verandah, back in June (winter) 2018 ..

Morning Whispers

whistling palms

visions of calm

looking up and over

my verandah roof

above, neighbouring windbreak trellis

through the whispering

a drooping willow tree

sheltered aside

by dark-green cypress pines

beyond their leaf’s silhouette

the sky’s a clear

morning blue

no gathering clouds in sight

my future arises bright

Ivor Steven (c) June 2018

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 for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20 

Floating on my bed of rhyme

I continued to drift in dream time

Reaching out through the window

I imagined what I could borrow

From the world’s future of sorrow

And beyond the blue horizon

On the edge of the Indian Ocean

I grabbed a piece of tomorrow’s sky

Strange, the feeling dazzled my eyes

Then I spied a bright azure hue of daylight

And in the neon view was an ancient site

Nature’s unperturbed, “The Great Australian Bight”

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

This week the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is: THE UNEXPECTED
Please visit there fabulous site by clicking > HERE … And my poem below was a totally “Unexpected” philosophical piece from a few of my ‘scattered’ thoughts today …


Life In Mime

We do spend a lifetime

Trying to make our lives rhyme

But truth is scattered with our life’s crimes

Of how we didn’t take the honest climb

And our protest words were only in mime

Against the inhumane pantomime of mankind

Ivor Steven (c) June 2021

Nick Cave & The Dirty Three-Time Jesum Transeuntum Et Non Riverentum. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We were called to the forest… when we went down
A wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe…
And we rounded up demons and forced them to tell us what it all meant
We tied ’em to trees and broke them down one by one
And on a scrap of paper, they wrote these words…
And as we read them, the sun broke through the trees…
“Dread the passage of Jesus, for he will not return.”

[Verse 2]
Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind…
Our hearts singin’ with all the knowledge of love
Then somewhere, somehow, we lost the message along the way…
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house
And we bought a car that we did not use…
And we bought a cage and two singing birds…
And at night we’d sit and listen to the canary’s song
For we’d both run right out of words…
Now the stars, they are all angled wrong…
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn
But I remember a message in a demon’s hand
Dread the passage of Jesus for he does not return…
…he does not return…
…he does not return..