The persistent rain, drizzling all week
The misty drops playing a gentle tune on our roof
Reminding our souls, how we exist softly meek
Remembering souls we’ve lost, we the leftover proof
The hovering clouds, hide thoughts of yesterday
The lifting fog, delivers today’s golden sunbeams
Reminding our hearts, why we love, why we stay
Remembering our every heartbeat, within every dream
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Jigsaw, A Thousand Pieces
Life can be a giant jigsaw turntable
The jumbled picture of a unique fable
Connected by shared oblique faces
Made up of a thousand little pieces
That have run a thousand different races
Curving around thousands of warm embraces
Thousands of handshakes and well wishes
Thousands of hello and goodbye kisses
Thousands of friendly smiles
Thousands of ups and downs along bumpy miles
Thousands of grieving fears
Thousands of emotional tears
Thousands of tears we do weep
Thousands of kisses go deep
Accepting patience and persistence
Gradually pieces start falling into place
Time heals those missing ones in grace
And finally the jigsaw falls into place
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
This weekend over on Weekly Prompts, the weekend challenge is; Surface. Please go and visit the Weekly Prompts fabulous site by clicking >> HERE Below is my take on the prompt, Surface, with photos and my poem ‘A Book Fair’….
A Book Fair
trestle table after table
there’s rows and rows
of second-hand books
on the surface
the books appear worn
but inside their dusty covers
that untold story awaits
a magical gem for eager eyes
youngsters hungry for a fantasy tale
adults search for a mystery unseen
and hidden underneath their old surfaces
the printed word still astounds
there on display in the town’s historical hall
treasures yet to be discovered still abound
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
I’m on my plumber’s ladder
scaling rung after rung
climbing higher and higher
upwards, to the sun
seeking a holy grail
(is there more than one?)
hovering in a sky full of sails
waiting, to revive our resurrection
hold on to your heart now
hold on to your soul
don’t let the world bring you down
and leave you cold …
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
This morning I entered my garden
My own personal Eden
And softly caressed hope **
The star of my night’s telescope
The night sky
Cries goodbye
My star above
Cries for love
Our universe sings
On my angel’s wings
I dream of flying
My inspiration to keep trying
Come what may
Of nature’s ways
On wet or dry hay
Us lovers did play
Under a happy blue sky
After swimming the bay
And crossing a dying stream
I held onto our dream
In a field of flowering yellow
I heard our song on a cello
** Featured Image above: A photo of my Philodendron selloum, called “Hope”
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
A Rapunzel Tomato Tower
The morning autumn dew
settles upon your evolving view
climbing tall and reaching up high
your leaves are almost touching the sky
protecting the day lily now replete
and the ruby geranium at your feet
your large groups of yellow flowers
producing bunches of fruit on your Rapunzel tower
growing into red grape-like flights
delicious, mouth watering bites
bunches of cherry tomato eats
the season’s meal-time treats
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
“Soon We’ll Be Found”, Lyrics by, Sia.
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
Well it’s been rough but we’ll be just fine
We’ll work it out yeah we’ll survive
You mustn’t let a few bad times dictate
So come along, it won’t be long
‘Til we return happy
Shut your eyes, there are no lies
In this world we call sleep
Let’s desert this day of hurt
Tomorrow we’ll be free
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Don’t turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
Let’s not fight I’m tired can’t we just sleep tonight?
Turn away it’s just there’s nothing left here to say
Turn around I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found
I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found [3x]
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The above photos, are of mine & dad’s, colourful and spectacular Day Lily, which is now in full bloom. Personally this plant is the King of my garden, and he was originally my dad’s pride and joy, and I rescued the Day Lily from my parents homestead in Ocean Grove, (“Tullawalla”), and of course I enjoy a strong spiritual connection with this lovely flower, especially this time of the year, as the Day Lily blooms to coincide with the anniversary of my dad’s birthday, eleven days ago…..
Day Lily, Love and Another Year
Upon my pillow I sleep.
Good morning, I do peek.
From the cushion of my dreams.
To my yard’s radiating beams.
Of blushing red hues, oh so bright.
You flower during the night.
And after cuddling the dew.
You open up your scenic view.
Blooming, standing proud and steep.
Vivid perfection at my feet.
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove.
And by day you air your love.
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
This weekend’s Weekly Prompt challenge is: ‘Celebration‘. Well here in Geelong, Victoria, we’re celebrating the fabulous downpour of much needed rain, from yesterday and last night. Please go over and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >>HERE
The Cracks Are Muddy
The storm clouds are weeping
And I’m loudly smiling
The sky’s tears are heavy and fat
And I’m cheerily eyeing the muddy crack
That dry chasm’s filling fast
And I’m hoping the deluge will last
Drowning the ground, day into night
As I dance under Thor’s neon lights
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Please note, that in the poem below , the words are not mine, but those of, ‘Joshua Maxwell de Hoog’, who has kindly given me permission to reproduce this excerpt from his book “The Good, The Bad & The Poetry”. Joshua is the convener, of the ‘lowercase poetry’ recital events here in Geelong. I’m honoured to be able to present his words on my site, and this piece below, is an excellent example of the style of his writings. For more information and stories about Joshua you may Google his link >> joshuamaxwell de hoog.com
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There is no word greater than another,
No word that only sleeps with the
king or is only spoken by the servant,
Or written on walls in the city by
rebellious teens
There is no word that fights in a war
with only fists,
Or sails the sea for love, or with love,
There is no word greater than the
mouth that speaks it.
There is no word more beautiful than
another,
There is no word that is paid to be
listened to, nor begs for attention, or
only cries, or only sleeps, or cries
itself to sleep.
There is no word more beautiful than
the mouth that speaks it.
There are merely words, and every
one of them as important as both the
next and the last, as pressing as
future, present and past, as human as
you, me or us.
And we too,
Are like words,
Sometimes we are together and seem
as if we’ve always been,
As inseparable as to-do or have-been
joined by the dash,
But other times we are distant, we
appear only in the beginning or the
end, or something in between, but
that means no less of us, for we are
still a part of the story, as essential as
any word that has already been
written or the ones that are still in
writing.
There is no word that goes unspoken,
that needs to be.
All things will happen in time, and to
force them, is to skip the most exciting
chapter.
There is no word that runs faster than
another, none that overtake or jump
the queue, all words honour the mind
in which they are from.
There is no word greater than another,
yet I will follow “you”.
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* Printed with permission from, Joshua Maxwell de Hoog…..
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
Here’s a poem I’ve written for ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’, Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. Today’s prompt: Write a story or poem that ends with the phrase “he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory”
Friday evening I attended my first ever Melody and Poetry event at the Analogue Academy & Gallery. The new and interesting night developed into thoroughly enjoyable show, for both the musicians and poets. The poem I recited was “Lost On The River” , here’s the link >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/06/30/lost-on-the-river/
Melody and Poetry
The Gallery’s been darkened
And the room’s illuminated by faerie lights
The Melody and Poetry event begins
On stage, there’s a piano player and guitarist
Improvising their music, to each poet’s readings
And the enthusiastic crowd sings along
To the sheets of printed words
And the poet’s recital is resonating vividly
As he shredded her dreams
In a dignified air of victory
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020
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