Musette: three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e the title reflects the poem’s content
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend’s Challenge is the word Mislead. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Here, my poem is about the ‘Midday Moon’ being “Misled”
Over at Weekly Prompts, as it is the last weekend of the month they are again giving us the challenge of The ‘One Day’ Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here
My poem today is another “one” of those pieces made up of comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the month. In stanza order, they are
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Adapt. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here. … below, my poem contains the word “Adaptable” …
Twilight Time
Photogenically As the setting sun Folded into the horizon The half-moon shimmered Like a white wave Upon a sapphire ocean
And simultaneously Nature’s adaptable birds Painted winged silhouettes On the chromatic Twilight sky
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Resilience To visit their fabulous site click on >> Here
Below is, the original introduction from my post in August 2020. “Hello dear readers, I’ve been writing this poem over the last three days, and I was struggling to obtain any rhythm between thoughts and words, then I saw a wondrous photo on Derrick Knight’s blog/website this morning, (which is my ‘Featured Image’ above), and his picture of the glorious old oak tree, immediately channeled my thoughts, into that of strength and “resilience“, and from there, my Title was formed, and my words started to become a more cohesive piece of poetry…. Thank you, Derrick, for allowing me to use this beautiful and impressive photo, with my humble little poem.” >> https://derrickjknight.com/
Please Note; “Standing Upright” appears in our book “Perceptions”, a Collaboration of Poems and Photographs from Ivor Steven and Derrick Knight (Nov 2022)
Standing Upright
My heart’s bruised from bygone blood-stones Threaded together by the spirits of old bones And there resting within my aging body’s sway I am shedding soulful droplets on sunny days
The world’s foul winds had blown me off my feet After wobbling down cold and dusty streets Then a modern medicine man came with his young tribe Re-tuning my broken pieces with rhythmical vibes And they declared my heartstrings to be plucky enough To handle tomorrow’s mystery masks and travelers’ handcuffs
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is Garden. To visit their fabulous site please click on >> Here … but my garden is icy cold on these mid-winter days …
And, over at Moonwashed Musings, the Weekly Prompt is – Sultry Dreams … To visit Eugi’s fabulous site please click on >> HERE … my dreams are not “Sultry”, but “Wintry” …
The Bedroom Chair
It’s zero degrees outside and I’m warm and cozy lying here in bed However, there is a pile of my winter clothes on the bedroom chair waiting for me to wear Frankie gives me his get up now stare! wanting his morning fair “Yes Frankie, it’s time for me to embrace the chilly morning air and plunge myself into the filtered sun’s brittle wintry lair”
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Sleep … please visit their fabulous website by clicking on >> Here. I’ve been busy the last several days, an open mic’ night, a big fun afternoon at the Box Office Cafe (Poem below), Creative Geelong Market Day, and tomorrow morning it’s my Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting … And tonight, I am very “Sleepy”
Together in the Box Office Cafe
As is Frankie’s way In his cute and friendly manner He invited three young ladies To join us at our table And as in Tullawalla’s, ‘a meeting place’ We quickly became cheekily friendly and chatty They were inquisitive about what I was writing, and my books, ‘Perceptions’ and ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’
The three “train-driver” ladies jokingly agreed “Youth is wasted on the young” Then, Ivor, Frankie, Carla, Mandy, and Emily Shared pup-cups, cappuccino, and latte Along with some neuro-cool glasses Of vodka, prosecco, and martini
Thanks to the ladies, we had a fun afternoon Frankie lapped up all their extra cuddles And Carla kindly purchased Signed copies of, ‘Tullawalla’ and ‘Perceptions’
My poem ‘Destination’ is a “Writing between the lines” exercise for the May gathering of our Dome Poets group here in Geelong. I chose Leonard Cohen’s poem, ‘The Goal’ (attached below my poem), for my attempt to write a poem between each of his lines!
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Departure. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Between here and there, “Destination” is a part of Departure
Destination, by Ivor Steven
The curtains are open The front door is ajar So, I can hear her sing From her distant star
I do not own much My soul is a gold mine I haven’t lost my touch My heart is kind
I share what I have I have hope and love Couldn’t stop the flood Couldn’t hold her glove
I walk alone I look content Regrets are few Despair ferments
I push on and on I do not complain I’m still alive I’m numb to the pain
No one asks No one knows About finality Under the snow
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: Intuition. You can visit the fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. In my abstract Tanka today, I used the word ‘Intuitively’