Over on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is the word: ALONE. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here . The Haiku below is my response to todays prompt.
Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)
The white moon hangs low
In the blue afternoon sky
Old crow stands alone
Ivor Steven (c) October 2022
On Weekly Prompts this weekend, the challenge word Glimmer. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here And is a poem I wrote back in January, that I thought to be suitable piece for the prompt …
Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..
One More Spoonful
I was reading my never ending story
about crossing the rivers of time
and climbing a mountain of dreams
then along the crest of a misty waterfall
a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn
as a shimmering glimmer of hope
and above my unreachable horizon
there was a shining
tempting me to turn around
and resume paddling upstream
to where I could savour
a spoonful of life’s cream
Ivor Steven (c) September 2022
The Wednesday challenge from Weekly Prompts is: CYCLING … please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My poem today is a “Repost” from January 7th 2019, and some of my followers may remember my hectic rehab’ time after my stroke in early December. I had to get myself fit enough to fly to New York by April 24th …
Well here it is Thursday evening in Geelong, 10.55pm, and I’m editing my new book “Perceptions” again … oh well that’s “the undertow of life”
Yorkie, Against the Undertow
I’m seated on my silver bike, called Yorkie
Pedalling slow and steadily
I’m not actually moving
But I am dreaming
Thinking of places I could be
Visualising what I might see
If I can keep pushing
I’ll end up with a Qantas cushion
I know the year is new and early
But I’m feeling unfit and unworldly
There’s a long way for my body to go
There’s no turning back, despite the undertow
Ivor Steven (c) August 2022
The weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Review. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … Below is my response to their prompt, and you are quite welcome to ‘Read and Review’ my poem “Urban Glare”
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Urban Glare
Down into the valley
I wander
Away from urban glare
Beyond reach
Of those who do not care
About nature’s faded flare
Along a cool creek
I wander
Away from urban air
Beyond sight
Of those arrogant stares
Who do not see nature’s plight
Ivor Steven (c) July 2022
The Weekly Prompts, Wednesday Challenge is: OUTDOOR FUN. Please go over and visit their fabulous by clicking >> Here . and the below Tanka, is my response to their prompt ..
Nature’s Theatre (a Tanka)
The late winter sun
Peaks through a curtain of cloud
That flat silver screen
Becomes nature’s theatre
Where true rainbow films are fun
Ivor Steven (c) July 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
My poem ‘Water-logged Boots, was published at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION, in November 2019, and thank you to the editor Kristiana for her kind consideration of my piece…
And today on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is: Boots . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Appropriately in response to their prompt, I have reposted this poem from 3 years ago.
Yes, I am small in this overburdened world
But I flutter freely when unfurled
I could be a family picture collage
Or a tiny squirrel amongst the foliage
On his journey of ups and downs
Collecting and storing his acorns
The trick is to enjoy the ups
While the floodgates are shut
Sometimes I did nearly drown
Other times I floated upside down
During the many seasonal rains
I wondered if I would ever swim again
So then I pretended to write a biblical book
Ignorantly thinking no-one would ever look
Afterwards, I thought I could walk on water
Then my boots became water-logged
And if you need to walk a mile in my shoes
You will have to learn how to swim and sing the blues
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
The weekend challenge on Weekly Prompts is : Close-up ; please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Today I am presenting a ‘Photo Article’, for their prompt.
Close-up, Frankie Kisses You
Frankie greets a horse with a kiss
Frankie meets Harry with a kiss
Frankie greets Monty with a kiss
Frankie tries to kiss a Magpie
Frankie ignores his girlfriend Lily
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
This week the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is; OVERTHINK. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . And today I have been “Overthinking” to make any sense out of my thoughts during the writing of my poem tonight …
Waiting at the Door
I was waiting last year
waiting last month
waiting last week
waiting yesterday
I am waiting again tonight
do I wait for tomorrow?
I might as well keep waiting
wait for what I have been waiting for
wait for that revolving door
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
The Wednesday challenge, on Weekly Prompts is: CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here .. and the poem below is my response to their prompt
By Chance a Glance, While Christmas Shopping
I saw her
We were crossing in opposite directions
Then ironically
We happened to end up at the same cafe
What do you say?
When you have forgotten her name
How to begin?
Time has flown by
Since we last met
Oh well, here I go
Walking across the cafe
Towards her table
She catches sight of me
Her eyes happy in acknowledgment
“Hello Janine”
Yes! I remembered that smile
We gleefully grinned
And chatted as good friends do
Neither of us could recall
How many years it was
But no matter
We continued our jovial banter
Ivor Steven (c) December 2021
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