Shadowed Ground
I look up and wonder why
The moon is fearfully hiding
In the fading twilight sky
As he forlornly looks down
Upon our shadowed ground
Knowing our King of Peace
Wears a shrouded crown
Dauðalogn Translation: “Calm of death”
Ivor Steven (c) January 2024
Do You See the Sound?
Oh, great spirit of the sky
My eyes hear the sound
Of your moonbeam’s cry
A message so profound
Sadly, echoing the unearthly tremors
Of whales and pelicans distressed murmurs
This world has an abundance
Of digital receiving towers
And trillions of mobile phones
To interpret your ethereal moon-rays
Cannot they see the sound?
From under the oceans
Cannot they feel the ground?
Beyond today’s horizon
Cannot they hear the drowned?
Ivor Steven (c) November 2023
I’m Almost Home (a Haiku)
Could the stars be right
That life is almost perfect
Tonight’s moon agrees
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Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Wryly the Moon Sighs
Looking up into the sky
There, beyond the clouds
The world’s afternoon pilot
Our phlegmatic half-moon
Petitions our eyes
And spiritually
Wryly sighs at our demise
Then wisely
Waits for twilight’s disguise
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
This weekend, at Weekly Prompts the challenge word is: Focus. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and below is my response to their prompt; Focus …
Fiery Pearls and an Ambient Eye
“Since I don’t believe in anything
I can pretend about everything” … (anonymous)
The stars are the universe’s fiery pearls
And when smoke falls into my eyes
Her fading ashes singe my heart
The silver moon is my world’s ambient eye
And when my mind falls out of focus
His silvery beams enlighten my soul
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
The morning after
Daylight suddenly became noon
As I hazily forgot
About the midnight moon
That sparkled in a glass of champagne
Stirred by my evening’s silver spoon
Which are now hovering
Under the ceiling fan
Of my slithery room
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
The Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts is: QUIET . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. .. and the poem “Silent Moon” is my response their prompt
Silent Moon
Hello!
Is anybody out there?
Watching our universe
Spinning in reverse
Am I the only one in town?
Whirling around upside down
Hello!
Is anybody listening?
To our guiding star
Playing accoustic guitar
Or am I just a lonely old moon?
Waiting to be serenaded by a lunar tune
Resonating through the universe
Singing a hallelujah verse
Ivor Steven (c) November 2021
My “Moon” poems have been shining for 10 days now, and today “Pink Moon” is the final poem in my series of “Moon Poems”, which coincides with Holloween tonight …And this piece I wrote in April this year..
Beyond the shimmering sand
And a comforting hand
A gracious spirit is in command
Wandering along life’s deviations
Are not treasonous reactions
A change of mindset to the left of centre
May create a mystical adventure
Tonight there shines a super-moon
Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon
And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams
That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
Well readers, here I go again, another “Moon” poem …I hope you are still enjoying my moon theme week ….
A Slithery Moon
Sunday softy sings
Undone on the wind
For a drowning underling
Tiredness creeps in
Church bells ring
For more silent writings
Numbness drops a teaspoon
Eyes close for the afternoon
Awaiting a slithery moon
Ivor Steven (c) March 2021.
Hi readers and followers, today I am re-posting another “Moon”poem, but here in this introspective piece (March 2021), the moon seems to be slipping away from me …
A Slithery Moon
Sunday softy sings
Undone on the wind
For a drowning underling
Tiredness creeps in
Church bells ring
For more silent writings
Numbness drops a teaspoon
Eyes close for the afternoon
Awaiting a slithery moon
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
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