“Hello dear pillow”
“You’re so kind and soft to my head”
I said to my fluffy white pillow
I recall, similar words being said
Years ago, when I was young
Talking to my backyard willow-tree
Hugging the grand old trunk
And saying to the tree
“Hello dear willow”
“You’re so kind, to let me climb you”
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Haiku
Solitary, thank you to Sue of Nan’s Farm, for inspiring me to write this instant Haiku. Featured Image above, my window in the centre, level seven, room 5.
Four walls surround me
Isolation inundates
Permeates my head
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Reflect
Cloud level seven
A step closer to heaven
My time to reflect
Green
Green’s my spring colour
Sparkle on my angel’s wings
Green makes my heart sing
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
This haiku was a very sad piece for me to write. Personally, the words are an ode/tribute to our grandniece, Georgia, who was only 20…… Please, I’m ok, I’m wishing my words are appropriately good enough for the poor child lost….
A Flower Gone
In a sea of lights
She, an unpicked bloom, wilted
Young and fresh, now gone
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The featured image above, is taken from Leonard Cohen’s, Book of Longing, page 154.
Haiku
A Window Voice
I cannot hear the bird
Singing in the window tree
Birds are the free voice
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
I’m going for a procedure this morning, a bronchoscopy, an examination of my lungs. Hopefully they’ll have some good results for me, and I’m able to go home soon, so I can tend to my Day Lily.
Upon my pillow I sleep
Good morning, I do peek
From the cushion of my dreams
A pads radiating beams
Blushing red hues, oh so bright
You bloom during the night
After cuddling the dew
You open up your scenic view.
Flowering, standing proud and steep
Perfection at my feet
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove
And by Day you air your love
Ivor Steven (c) 2018.
I’ve been hidden away
Out of sight
Out of harm’s way
Locked in my room
A poet Pharaoh’s tomb
Or a butterfly’s cocoon
There’s a shining light in my bubble
On top of all my rubble
Above the deathly quietness
I’m a lonesome chick in his nest
Or a bear with a sore head
Hibernating in his bed
Tucked away for winter
Living in an Eskimo’s igloo
Day after day, I’m wearing old
Isolation my saviour, from the cold
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I’ve been given a pusher
The bullet train’s due
Woosh, and I’ll be away
Beyond what the eye can see
Below the seven levels
Where the big round catz hang out
I’ll be laying low
Ready for the scan
The job was a buzz
I’m back to reality
Now waiting for the game results
Today’s another new day
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My curtains were opened
I saw a setting eclipse
And I decided to walk
To the south side of the moon
Taking my own spoon
I heard there’s a cheese-cake tasting
A sweet crumbly base
Topped with blueberries and cream
Life’s not about lying in bed
I’ll meet you for a kiss
After school
Down by the old pool
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
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