Tag: Poetry/Australia

Watermarks

My poem here originally began as a 4 line comment/anecdote on Ryan Stone’s “Hourglass” poem he posted two days ago, and I have rehashed those words and created an interesting “Pyramid Poem” … Thanks to Ryan for being the source of the “Watermarks” poem … please click on this link to visit his fabulous site >> https://daysofstone.com/2023/08/31/hourglass/




Watermarks
(a Pyramid Poem)

rivers flow

tides come and go

footprints in the sand

slip away with the undertow

dreams fade in a cloud of mist and snow

hollow watermarks drift over the poet’s shadow






Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023

Blossom Over Jerusalem

Spring has begun and the trees are In blossom … this glorious spring day has prompted me to repost “Blossom Over Jerusalem” a poem that also appears in my book Tullawalla
Over at Weekly Prompts, for the month of September, the Colour Challenge is: Brown. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> HERE … and here my poem captures the “brown” winter trees blossoming at the beginning of spring





Blossom Over Jerusalem


I write about the purple moon

That eats the night with a silver spoon

I write about the yellow sun

That bathes our day with gold by the ton


I hear the bird’s morning songs

They caress the world’s souls, right or wrong

I hear the animals’ mighty roars

They remind us of the great outdoors


I see the blue sky above

Where life’s white doves carry our love

I see the green pastures, beyond Jerusalem

Where life’s fruit trees blush with blossom








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AND
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Ivor Steven (c) September 2023

The White Azalea Peace Garden

Hello dear readers and followers, I am reposting this poem I wrote in July 2022 in response to Eugi’s “Moonwashed Weekly Prompt” – Peaceable … to visit her fabulous site, please click on >> Here





The White Azalea Peace Garden


I stare at the garden plaque

There on the ground

In front of the white Azalea bushes


I sit on the park bench and wonder

Here under a clear blue sky

Why? Does the sun shine on our world


I was born in nineteen fifty one

Here under a broken moon

During the second year of the Korean War


I stand and walk away

Where must I go?

To view the whole of the moon



The Morning After





The Morning After



Tracking south

Stepping from one quiet cloud

Onto a whispering cloud

Following powdered footprints

Without displacing a feather

Without cracking the sky’s

Hypnotic blue eggshell

And daydreaming of the south

Without you








Tullawalla is Available From

Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com

Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’


AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:

Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT

Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Lulu Books: https://www.lulu.com/shop/ivor-steven-and-derrick-knight/perceptions/hardcover/product-2pwqe4.html?q=Perceptions+by+Ivor+Steven&page=1&pageSize=4

OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com  




Ivor Steven (c) August 2023

Where Have The Faeries Gone

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Where Have The Faeries Gone?

ENVIRONMENT POETRY

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WHERE HAVE THE FAERIES GONE?

BY IVOR STEVEN/

AUGUST 21, 2023/

    Ivor Steven / Coffee House Writers

    Deep in the enchanted forest
    Under mossy rocks and water-reeds 
    I found an iron-bar door
    Lying over a sinkhole in the creek bed

    I wondered and yelled out
    Eerily, a gentle voice replied
    “Do not worry, we are sheltering here” 
    “Why are you hiding?” I inquired 
    “We are waiting for humanity  
    to stop the carnage on our planet”

    Then, peering up from lower in the chasm
    I witnessed that the small luminous eyes  
    Of Earth’s guardian faeries 
    Were en masse, joyless, and crying

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    Where Have the Faeries Gone? is in this week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine

    Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Where Have the Faeries Gone?”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/where-have-the-faeries-gone/


    Music/Video: by Sigur Ros, “Ylur”, translated means, Warmth




    Ivor Steven ©  August 2023

    These Days, Haunt Me




    Levering my leg like an old toad 

    I stumble and bumble 

    Along my yellow-brick road 

    But I will not crash or crumble 


    Floundering, unbalanced, and unsteady 

    From a thumping migraine in my head 

    Piercing my eyeballs 

    With unfeathered darts 

    That continually find their mark 


    My neurosurgeon calls them  

    “Post-stroke fatigue moments” 

    Four years on! 

    They haunt me like “Jaws” 

    With the go button stuck on pause 

    But fortunately, after two days rest 

    I am back to my normal alien best  







    Ivor Steven (c) August 2023

    Burning the Fears

    Over at Weekly Prompts, the word: Backwards is the Weekend Challenge. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. – Below, I followed Sue’s suggestion and went “Backwards” through my files and found this intriguing piece from September 2017
    Featured Image: Artwork, by Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my amazing niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, and I think this was the first design that she created for my poetry website.


    Burning the Fears


    I’m frightened, and too scared to show my face

    And knowingly, I’m arriving late

    The ghouls are spying from the hill

    And lower fools are poisoning her will

    Underneath her, a wicker complete

    Above, she’s suspended from a stake

    The bonfires started, against the rules

    And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools

    Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite

    The flames are crackling below her tonight

    And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams

    But there’s not a whimper! Within she beams

    And secretly, I see her black cat’s drowning tears

    Are extinguishing all her burning fears






    Ivor Steven (c) August 2023