Here is a dual Haiku I’ve written this morning, and if anyone knows what this sort of Haiku format is called, please let me know.
Today
I walk past today
Remembering yesterday
Gone is tomorrow
Today my earth blooms
Yesterday is forgotten
Tomorrow I weep
Ivor Steven (c)
I’ve visions of Vikings sailing in the cold
Plundering distant hearts and pilfering gold
I’m dreaming of the old farmer’s wife
Milking cows, cleaning and baking for life
I’ve feelings for the king, in his isolated castle
Looking forlornly upon his drawbridge, a foodless trestle
I’m wandering through an empty paddock
Kicking dew off the grass, searching for a lovers locket
I’ve plans for the planets desolate future
Growing purple tomatoe ferns until they’re mature
I’m following her brave journey’s every mile
Climbing over dying garden beds and rotting fence stiles
I’ve finished falling under broken skies
Claiming peace amongst tomorrows butterflies
Vita Brevis is hosting another four-day haiku competition–taking place entirely in the comment section of this post!
How to Submit:
1. Submit one 5-7-5 haiku as a comment on this post — all topics welcome
2. Reblog this post on your blog or write a post announcing that you’ve entered the competition, linking back here
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Here’s my Haiku, It’s only the second one I’ve every done, I hope I’ve structured the format right, please if advise if I need to correct…..
Leaf
Spring’s about to start
Your winter withered my heart
Birds sing until dark
Hello dear readers, friends, family and followers. Sorry I’ve not been around to all my fellow bloggers on WP, with my usual diligence and zest. I’ve been very busy preparing my new booklet of poems. And in honour of my dear Carole, on this our Anniversary Day (42nd), I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Home Is The Air I Breathe”, and of course along with the other 4 booklets, all money’s that I make from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 5 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet
Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat
And, Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe
And I’m happy to say that I’ve now learnt how to print on both sides of the pages, thus halving my mailing costs for anyone interested in purchasing, for the price of postage and plus a donation for the MS shop. I have a PayPal account, to make payments easier.
Cheers
From Ivor xx
Anniversaries, they come and they go.
Some time now, since that final May snow.
Anniversaries, they have floated past,
Some time now, I reminisce the last.
Anniversaries, none ever forgotten.
Some time now, since your everlasting smile was taken,
Anniversaries, from coral, to every hue.
Some time now, since our tidal-wave passed through.
Anniversaries, when love grew stronger,
Some time now, since the years became longer,
Anniversaries, a journey of love, suffering and pain.
Some time now, since our river filled with rain.
Your troubles fell with an Autumn leaf.
Forever enshrined within your gracious belief.
Ivor Steven. (c) 2018
Weekly Prompt: Word Prompt, This weeks word is, Nuisance
I didn’t think I was a nuisance
Strolling around, minding my own business
Waiting, like the rest of my crowd
A sturdy warhorse, tall and proud
Delivering parcels to and fro
Rain, hail or snow
I do the best that I can
I keep myself gleamy and clean
Always courteous and patient
Give me a push and I’ll respond
I was controlled and strong
And I didn’t mind the little-ones
I’d happily lug them around
Screaming and kicking me
I’d stand there quietly smirking
Taking all their constant abuse
From both young and old
Why did I end up here
Dumped like an alley cat
Caged like a mongrel dog
Behind this fence of cold iron
On top of the towns highest hill
Under a dripping cypress tree
How did they drag me
Up the rocky track’s steepest incline
I’m scared, abandoned and alone
My old frame is turning grey and rusty
Am I finally at the end of the line
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Good morning dear readers, today’s poem is one I wrote on my phone while I was lying in bed early this morning, half asleep or half awake, answering a few of my readers comments. I would like to sincerely thank Kate of Calmkate – aroused, for inspiring me to write this piece, despite me being in a state of dreamy slumber.
Hills And Hollows
I’m a sprightly sparrow
I don’t like to wallow
Come fly with me tomorrow
Above the hills and hollows
I’ll swim the river of sorrow
Walk through fields of green and yellow
Pushing my old empty barrow
Full of my memories to follow
Looking for her golden halo
Somewhere over the rainbow
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
My old emotions are flowing
Soaked tissues scatter my room
I feel my wings are regrowing
You’ll see me flying soon
I’m recalling our first date
We’re holding hands like old mates
In my dreams
I’m holding you, a million times again
I’m rejoicing about when we proposed to each other
We’re kissing and cuddling like true lovers
In my dreams
I’m proposing to you, a million times again
I’m remembering our wedding day
We’re both closely whispering, forever and a day
In my dreams
I’m marrying you, a million times again
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Weekly Prompts. Photo Prompt: Festival
During the last six years, I’ve attended numerous music festivals within the Geelong area and I was fortunate enough to also go to the world famous Port Fairy Folk Music Festival, in 2013, featuring, David Francey(with his band, Go Jane Go), Xavier Rudd, and Geoffrey Gurrumul, a music vidoe of his glorious singing below, you won’t believe how beautiful his voice is !! The featured image above is from the Geelong Jazz Festival on streets in the CBD.
Above, From The Top, David Francey,(left side of stage) at Port Fairy Folk Music Festival 2013. Next: Enjoying the festival, Ivor with Lyn, one of those dear friends of Carole, who were there with us throughout the whole journey. (we swapped hats for this pic)
Above are pictures from the Geelong Motor City Music Festival, 2014 and 2015. From the Top, Lloyd Spiegel, Claude Hay, my friends enjoying the show, Martin, Terry and Jacqui, and The Chris Wilson Blues Band .
Above two pictures are from our local Pako Festa, a multi-cultural festival held annually here in Geelong, a street parade, street stalls and displays and outdoor concerts. Left, pic Ivor with Niamh, My Irish friend’s Martin and Jacqui, daughter, 2013, she’s 18 months old, and the same little Niamh in 2016, yep she’s Ivor’s special little girl.
Here below a poem I wrote about my time at the Port Fairy Folk Music Festival, in March 2013, and the four day Festival was an event I shall always remember.
A Festival
A Festival, beside the sea
Musicians playing in the breeze
Song-catchers of sadness and glee
Open for everyone to see
A Festival, of warmth and love
Bound together within a community glove
Endless tunes, over and above
Gliding around like peaceful doves
A Festival, with friends in a cottage
Laughter, travelling through the village
Riding on a horse-drawn carriage
Singing out of tune, a broken homage
A Festival, rejoicing day and night
Eating and drinking on-site
The multitude happy and bright
Hovering under the stage lights
A Festival, a joyful blast
Memories always to last
The fun time went so fast
Holding hands on the grass
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Dear readers, some of you might know that I’ve been busy lately, submitting my poems for various publications. Today I received great news from the Geelong Writers Anthology publication for 2018.
Hi Ivor!
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