the wizard’s blizzards have melted
dormant cocoons are wriggling
spring has exploded
out of the starter’s gun
with an awakening bang
and the chirpy blackbirds
are chorusing a different tune
their winter blue songs have gone
suddenly, warmth and sunshine
muster in the air
heralding a new season
of hope and prosperity
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020
Who really are we?
What does the moon perceive?
Will we ever be free?
What’s our secret quest?
Wading forward through this mess
Alone in silence, I’m clueless
We are all under the same strain
Surrounded by these invisible chains
Are we ready to dance in the rain?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
The outgoing tide will cleanse our veins
And wash our footprints from these muddy planes
Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2020
The misty dawn sky
Awakes to a human cry
And another day again sighs
Asking who’s left on this sty?
Where viruses thrive
Like wasps in a hive
Doing their aggressive jive
Dancing upon who’s left alive
Leaving a deadly sting
On every apron string
No matter who’s left waiting
Who’ll be left to do the colouring-in?
Who’ll be left to do the highland fling?
Who’ll be left to breathe the new oxygen?
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020
This Saturday the Weekend Challenge from “Weekly Prompts” is Reflections. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . And here’s my poem in response to their prompt.
Mirror, Mirror, Who’s Next to Fall
The magic mirror is fractured
My reflection’s distorted
Warped and scattered
I’m cracked and unstructured
How can I recapture my image
And remodel my smile on a ruptured grimace
Am I to go on suffering from this virus wreckage
Another seven years of covid’s viral messages
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020
A sleeping beauty in her nightwear
Pure honesty lived in our home atmosphere
Her truth breathed, the air we shared
Hiding behind white silent doors
They tried to take her from our shores
By nailing her bed to a hospital floor
They heard my stoic voice roar
I told them, they wouldn’t win
“And watch out!! Don’t throw her in
you’ll surely regret your foolish sin
be warned, she’s Circe the Siren”
When I held her sweetness
I believe I touched greatness
And achieved weightlessness
Ivor Steven (c)
Looking down, I saw a garden bed
Looking closer, beyond the bordering edge
There were glossy emerald leaves
And blooms of springtime violets
Looking up, I saw a misty sky
Looking closer, beyond the sky’s diameter
There were twilight’s glassy stars
And dreams of celestial olive eyes
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020
A special thank you to Derrick Knight for allowing me to use his photograph from yesterday’s article “Wind Swept”, as my Feature Image…. https://derrickjknight.com/2020/08/25/windswept/
Storms and Old Bogeymen
Nature’s winds blew and blew
Erasing blue sky and sun from view
Our fears rattling inside her typhoon
Her storms ferocious howlings
Were foreboding furious growlings
But our gardens survived her violent prowlings
Was nature’s sky beginning to cave-in?
Beneath the pale bones of old bogeymen
Will our collective strength eventually win?
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020
Stumbling out of the ocean
With one eye half open
The other eye half closed
My vision turned cross eyed
I saw only dark skies
And many dirty pig sties
Take the Savior’s pill they said
And leave empty eye-drops for the dead
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020.
During the blustery tempest light night
The wolves were howling with fright
And the arctic winds blew and blew
But the raging storm did not phase you
Even though your footings were open and bare
Skinless bones exposed to the cold air
Yet still you steadfastly resist the blizzards’ abuse
Defiant and strong, no matter what the news
Valiantly nurturing your mother-tree with true colours
And then daringly feeding your sisters and brothers
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020
Time glides over my writing desk
Isolation days hover within my chest
And to relieve the pressure of this ongoing test
I’ve diligently created a catalogue of my best
From selections of the editors postmortems
A Tullawalla booklet of my published poems
Ivor Steven (c) August 2020
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