A Fern Called “Hope”
I am home again
How did that happen
I wonder about life
Watering my fern called “Hope”
Tell me how
There is more to life
Now that I am home
Eating bananas and ice-cream
Tell me when
There is more to life
Now that I am home
Listening to tunes of mine
Tell me whatever
There is more to life
Now that I am home
Drinking a red wine
Tell me why
There is more to life
Now that I am home
Dreaming of you tonight
Today I am presenting the “second” ‘5min’ poem that I wrote at Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting, that I attended on Monday this week, and this was my 4rd session/week with the group, and I am having a delightful time. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/online-writing-circles/ Tickets by donation. All are welcome.
Memory Questions
Where do timeless memories dwell
Why don’t they stay in their padded cell
Where are the corridors of their whisper taunts
How do they escape the deepest of haunts
Why emerge on every celebration day
Who is in charge of the padlock today
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2021
Again it’s that time of the week where I present another ‘5min’ poem that I have written at one of Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meetings that I attend on Monday’s, and this was my 4rd session with the group, and I am having a fantastic time … Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/online-writing-circles/ Tickets by donation. All are welcome.
Who Hears Me
My ears are funnels
But I do not want to hear
The voices
My lips do part
But I do not speak
The words
My knees do bend
But I cannot sit
While I can still stand
My eyes are open
But I do not want to see
My shadow falling
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2021
Today I’m presenting more of my comments, that I post on other writers articles when I am doing my blogging.. Here below, are words I’ve sent to, Dwight, Colleen, Mich, and Colleen again … and I’ve arrange the stanza’s in an order, so as to read like one ‘poem’ , and I think the different “pieces” blended together ok..
In Pieces
“We are a finite speck of the infinite
Our time is but a spark of light
Our existence is the life of a micro battery
Just an electron of the universe’s hatchery” .. To Dwight
“You are the soft glowing beams of moon light
Illuminating the creation of every day
You are my life’s golden stairway” … To Colleen
“These beautiful dreamy words from your heart
Do tickle the celestial sparkles from my soul-mate” … To Mich
“I have seen the eye of every violent storm
And now I rest easy on the station’s outgoing platform” .. To Colleen
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2021
I’ve been very busy lately, conversing with my publisher about my upcoming book, so my poetry is taking backstage at the moment, but as ‘Dwight’ would say, “You’ve always got that ‘stash’ of anecdote comments that you store away”…. Well here’s a little satirical comment that wrote to Beth, of I didn’t have my glasses on…
Creation ??
Eve’s enticing apple
Fell from God’s tree
And hit young Newton
On his hairy head
Then the apple rolled away
Into Bell’s telephone box
And here begun “All Creation”
The first born “Apple iPhone Box”
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2021
I am yet to go polar dancing
In that world of silent snow
I do wonder about a cold romance
In nature’s crystallized castle, all aglow
Between icy sheets under a frozen trance
Dreaming beyond life’s white flaky undertow
I do wonder about my silent dance
Tip toeing across tomorrow’s ice-flow
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Featured Image Above: A photograph I copied from Derrick Knight’s fabulous site, and was taken by his wife Jackie. You may visit his article/site by clicking on this link >> Preening Swans – derrickjknight
Swan
Honouring the ancient lakes of Aberdeen
Are you our planet’s queen
Shyly overseeing this world’s fading green
Serenely grateful and gracious
Solemnly thoughtful and virtuous
Calmly valorous and veracious
No matter your birthright
You are equally adorned black or white
Colour is not your feathers blight
But nature’s pearls of delight
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
The inauguration was an awesome event, and here in Australia I could sense the importance of this day, and here is my little tribute to the occasion…
Featured Image Above: GettyImages/miami.cbslocal
Proudly the Music Plays
The grand day was but a windfall
Of upstanding pyramids in time
And I, a tiny cog in the world’s clock
Was proud to have my feet back on this rock
Where I could hear the sounds of nature
Playing a harmonious tune about the future
And her music became the ink in my quill
Floating upon every solemn word I did spill
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
A Moments Reprieve
Yesterday’s roadside kill
Was an accident, written by my quill
This morning, I spoke to our broken world
And we agreed, to give life another whirl
During moments like these
Here feeling a summer breeze
Caress my sweaty brow
I rest under our trees leafy bows
Where I do savour the air I breathe
Where I do relax and take my leave
To appreciate a moments reprieve
As I drift into my world of make believe
With My Dragon for protection at my side
And those mischievous faeries as my trusty guides
Featured Image: wallpapersafari.com
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021
Featured Image Above: A sketch by my niece Kerri Costello
Today I am presenting the “second” ‘5min’ poem that I wrote at Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting, that I attended on Monday this week, and this was my 2nd session/week with the group, and I am having a delightful time. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/online-writing-circles/ Tickets by donation. All are welcome.
Who Is Responsible
Our responsibilities come and go
Some do leave, others do grow
There is a limit
To how many breaths we need a day
And there is a limit
To the length of our stay
Here sitting on yesterday
Approving of life’s work today
I ponder about tomorrow
Looking out beyond my dirty window
For the direction of next years ice-flow
To avoid last years cloudless shadows
And dodge this year’s poison arrows
Ivor Steven (c) January 2021.
