The Moon – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Two Heavenly Lights

“In this place of darkness and malediction we can but stand in awe and remember its stateless, faceless and nameless victims. Close your eyes and look: endless nocturnal processions are converging here, and here it is always night. Here heaven and earth are on fire.” — Elie Wiesel

A reminder that even in a world shadowed by sorrow, the night still offers its quieter lights — small, celestial gestures that help us keep looking up.

Two Heavenly Lights

I’m a sucker for a crescent moon,
and there below his silver spoon

on this cloudy wintry night
I espied another bright light —

a vision unexpectedly imbued,
sidling toward the glowing moon.

Venus, elegantly blushing with attractiveness,
and the moon beaming with handsomeness —

two twinkling heavenly lights
coyly conversing through the veil of night.

Ivor Steven © June 2026

Throwback Friday, Full Moon Rising

In keeping with this week’s moon theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem drifts back to November 2024, when the moon seemed to whisper of endurance and flight. Drawn from Chapter 6 of Time Hears No Sound, Travel and Life: Time Flies — it traces the solitary courage of a seagull chasing horizons.

Under the full moon’s watch, the journey continues — across water, memory, and time.

Full Moon Rising

I am an aging seagull
And I must be out of my skull

Thinking that I’m fit enough
To fly further than the bluff

No matter, there is a full moon
To guide me across this barren dune

My journey is a lonely one
But I’m not to be outdone

I know there is another blue ocean
Beyond this World’s wavering horizon

And under this quiet moon, the journey keeps unfolding — one small, steady heartbeat at a time.

Ivor Steven © June 2026

Moon Talk

It’s been a week of wild weather and wilder WordPress moments, but today the moon slipped through the clouds with a smile, reminding me that even the sky resets itself.

Over at Weekly Prompts. The monthly Colour Challenge is, Blue. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here

Moon Talk

G’day everyone.
After some wet, windy, wintry days
and a worrying and wearisome
WordPress app week,
it was a relief to see the moon’s glowing face.

I looked above the tranquil trees
toward the clearing, cottony clouds
and there, at last, I saw the moon’s
handsome, happy face —
and finally we could resume
our “Happiness” conversation
after resolving the week’s
glitched frustrations and consternations
(contaminations… contradictions… take your pick).

And as the moon drifts on and the music finds its rhythm, I follow along — lighter now, and finally in step again

Ivor Steven © June 2026

Descending

In the hazy mid‑morning light, the moon lingers above the trees as if carrying a memory too heavy to hold.

Descending

Descending through the treetops
the moon appears to stop —
pausing for a moment,
looking despondent.

Naturally, I ask
“Why such a gloomy face?”

“Only a millennium ago
the earth was a jungle of trees,
but now I perceive
only a fallow globe of woe.”

The moon moves on, whispering its sorrow to anyone willing to listen.

Ivor Steven © May 2026

Throwback Friday, Floating on the Moon

In keeping with this week’s ‘Moon’ theme, today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2021) is drawn from my third book, Until Eyes Hear Sound. It appears in Chapter 8: Poetry in Slow Motion, and if you need to have a chat with me, “I am up here floating on the moon.”

Floating On The Moon

I am not always wrong
And at times, I may have been right
Behind my mask, I smile
And at times, I grimace

Numbness has entered my bones
Clumsiness guides my pen
Awkwardness precedes my stride
Uneasiness resonates in my voice

I am not able to walk on water
And at times, I have sunk like a stone
I live within my soul’s cocoon
And at times, I am floating on the moon

Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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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 … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.

Ivor Steven © April 2026

All the Silver Spoons

A soft moon above shapes my morning thoughts below — a light flight into privilege and perspective

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Monthly Colour Challenge is Silver. To visit their fabulous site, please click >> Here.

All the Silver Spoons

I’m not a fallen star,
nor have I seen the light
from afar.

But I am falling
back to earth
in an empty jar.

There’s nothing like a flight
around the moon
to ceremoniously lampoon
any doubts about who owns
all the silver spoons.

Ivor Steven © April 2026

One More Step (a Tanka)

A reflected sky becomes a portal, inviting one more small step into something larger than this moment.

One More Step (a Tanka)

Nature’s garden sky
Mirrored in a shallow pool
No hesitation
I walk into the image
One more small step for mankind

Full Moon Rising

In the hush of a calm bay, the moon lifts above the palms as if ready to whisper its small truth to the night.

Full Moon Rising

There is a hush in the air
Below the full moon’s stare
Silence is golden
Eveningtide unfolding
The bay is dead calm
As the moon glares
Through Rippleside’s palms

“Why look at me
I’m only a tiny spirit
in the universe’s eternal sea.“

“Scan beyond your sandy quay
to find your celestial key.”

Who’s Watching Whom

Featured Image Above: Created by Copilot and me.

With two sharp‑eyed magpies and a pale daytime moon looking on, this little poem takes flight as a whimsical protest — a light‑feathered reminder that even the quiet watchers on the fence have something to say about the state of our cluttered world.

Who’s Watching Whom

I’m perched on the fence,
wondering about the world’s
lack of common sense,
and I ask the moon,
“Is there no end to this gloom?”

“Do not worry, my feathered friend –
this is not the end.”

“Soon there will be enough elbowroom
for everyone’s nom de plume
in the planet’s master bedroom,
after Mother Nature has donned
her cleaning costume,
and swept all of the needless showrooms,
backrooms, ballrooms, and boardrooms.”

“And the people should all help groom
their own untidy playrooms
with those unused yardbrooms.”

And here’s a song that hums along with the magpies’ quiet protest…

Confetti Clouds

Featured Image Above: Daylight moon, slipping through confetti clouds — a silent witness to the world’s warring manoeuvrers, drifting apart.

Confetti Clouds

I’m slip-sliding downward
from behind the morning clouds –
or are they earth’s mourning shrouds,
discarded by the world’s warlords
then shredded into propaganda streamers,
to deceive all the invisible dreamers?

I am an unbiased, timeless observer
who has witnessed every violent crowd’s
mismanaged, murderous manoeuvre.