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Between Today’s Isobars

Between Today’s Isobars

Silently the bell rings
Quietly the birds sing

Secretly I hear the forest hum
Discretely I count up the sum

The number of stars
Between today’s isobars
And out beyond Mars

Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2025

Home Away From Home

Home Away From Home

On an island under the northern stars
Among the giant evergreen cedars
Within my personal astrodome
Feeling at ease in my home away from home

I am on top of the world
Uncurling my ancient bones, yet unfurled
Giving my weary soul another joyful whirl

In a land covered by forests and berries
Living a dream on an island with magical fairies

Ivor Steven (c) September 2025

Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from February 2019, when I was preparing myself for a trip to America/New York/Philadelphia, to visit my Philadelphia “cousins”, and today, here I am on Vancouver Island visiting my Canadian “cousins”.

Dusty Passport (revised)

Here I was resting, home again from the hospital,
after a second stroke had laid me up.
I was rekindling thoughts of travelling to America —
an adventure I’d always promised myself.
Night is not always dark, you know.

Firstly, I had to find my passport.
Yes, I’d hidden it somewhere safe.
After turning the bedroom inside out,
then, throwing the lounge room upside down,
the lost document was on a garage shelf —
looking dusty, but still only five years old.

Jumping for joy, you’d think I’d found gold.
Hardly ever been stamped — a Chinese one, that’s all.
Many years have passed since my last call.

I clasped that passport firmly in my hand’
and I said, “It’s time”, before my clock runs out of sand.

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

An Ice Cream Cone

An Ice Cream Cone

I’m flying up, against gravity’s undertow
Higher than all the birds I know
Above white clouds full of snow

My wings are made of steel and bone
And within this long underbelly I am not alone
As we burst through the wind’s vibration zone
Then out of the blue I am handed an ice cream cone

https://youtube.com/watch?v=5UdkiRKj4U8&si=o6GWwU-RHFKcgjfp

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

Transition

Transition

The daedal grey clouds hang motionless
There is not a breath of wind in the calmness
And the gliding birds look weightless

The afternoon sun remains inactive
Slumbering behind the sky’s silvery curtain

And there is a swelling aura of expectation
From the amazed audience standing at the station
All waiting for the beginning of the pilgrim’s mission

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

“Who’s the Pilot”, is in this week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine edition.

Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Who’s the Pilot” is in this week’s edition.
To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/whos-the-pilot/

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

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Tullawalla:

Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books

OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com

Ivor Steven © August 2025

Bon Voyage (a Haiku)

Bon Voyage (a Haiku)

Bon voyage lunch at
The Gold Diggers Arms Bistro
Siblings celebrate

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

Tired, Wrinkled, and Wordless

Tired, Wrinkled, and Wordless

I’m too tired to wiggle my toes
And pack my wrinkled clothes
I’m wordless at the moment
My thoughts are on postponement

I twist and roll over
Music wiggles inside my head
My somersault of dreams
Wrinkles my bedspread
Upside down
Tiredness falls out of my seams
Words tumble around
Nameless titles and endless tunes abound

A new moon’s brewing
Singing the blues,
Over my empty town
I twist and roll over again
I’m back where I started,
I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

Today’s Test Flight

Today, we gave ourselves a ‘Test Flight’ to the Cafe to see if my wings had recovered, and pleasingly, we navigated the outing without any major incidents.

Today’s Test Flight

Flying solo above the trees
Fluttering through the Bon Voyage clouds

Zipping over the nearby You Yangs
Out into the Southern Aurora sky

Then, across the world’s deepest ocean
Toward my dream’s mystical horizon

This is how my poem looks on my Instagram Site (ivors20)

Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

Throwback Friday, Birds in Flight

A Welcome Swallow in flight

This morning on my walkie with Frankie, I was lucky enough to photograph a ‘Welcome Swallow’ in flight. So, appropriately, today’s Throwback Friday poem is “Birds in Flight”, written in February 2023. The poem also appears in my book, ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’ (Chapter 1, page 14)

Birds in Flight

Our spirit birds sleep all night
Then emanate at first light
To resume their dedicated flights

Our watchtower sentinels of Mother Earth
Who sacredly ascend at first light
Forever in flight, since nature’s worldly birth