Month: June 2019

The Flower Show

A Haiku for V.J. Knutson. Earlier in the day, I said to V.J.  I was going to the Geelong Orchid Show today and she wanted some photos, and I hope my post here, conveys the beauty of the flowers that were on display …. I’m not a good photographer, and all of these photos have been cropped and colour enhanced…… And today’s  Weekly Photo Challenge is: Edit... << Please click here to view, the “Weekly Prompts” site…

 

Haiku:  The Flower Show

 

A hall full of blooms

The scene, a sea of colour

Flowering perfume

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019

Lost On The River

Hello dear readers, I hope you enjoy reading this meaningful and spiritually significant poem. My piece here was written during today’s deluge, and inspired, after listening to this stirring spine tingling song by Rhiannon Giddens, the music Video I’ve attached below….

Lost On The River

Rain is pouring down

Like a river from the sky

Ground is becoming drowned

I’m lost on the river

I cannot be found

A wall of water is pulling me out to sea

How will I ever reach high ground

Then a tree branch grabs me

A man’s voice yells, “Stick around”

In the blinding deluge, I cannot see

The man’s saving hand guides me

Drenched, shaking, I’m dragged aground

I feel secure with his arms around me

“Don’t worry little fella, you’re safe and sound”

I pant, and lick his face from ear to ear

I was lost on the river, hell-bound

But now he’s saved me

And beside him, this will be my town

Ivor Steven (c) June 2019

My Old Lane To Nowhere

 

 

My Old Lane To Nowhere

 

The roadworks have gone on for half a year

At seven in the morning, noisy trucks crunching into gear

My old muddy track

A dirt lane, no longer winding back

The boggy clay  is being dug out and renewed

Soon to be a bitumen and concrete view

I’ll be walking on a sealed road

No more murky puddles, nor frogs and toads

 

Gone the stench of rotting soil

Mixed in with leftover sump oil

My house floor to stay cleaner

And a nature strip groomed and greener

At last, my driveway entrance dry and solid

No more fishing in the muck for my dropped wallet

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019

Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun

 

 

I went to my favourite lunch-spot today, the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. I have not walked that far (the weather has been dismal), since I’ve been home from my trip to Philadelphia. Surprisingly I handled the long walk reasonably well. Then I sat down for a coffee and a piece of tasty blue-berry cheese cake. The winter sun was gorgeous, out on the outdoor balcony, and I happily “observed” a pair  of Weebill birds, as I continued to write this poem(Below). Also attached, a few photos from my pleasant afternoon observations……

The Weekly Word Prompt is: >>  Observation  << click to view their site.

 

 

Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun

 

I’ve no more secret words of sorrow

Only old lines I’ve borrowed

I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet

The pages were tattered, like grandma’s cookbook

Torn recipes, out of last century’s Gideon’s bible

Of a tongue, ancient and tribal

Shadowy scriptures that now appear outdated

Erased from my sacred tablet

Years of love and dreams desecrated

Thrown away, but prudently not wasted

My road ahead is now cleared of black snow

The night is not always black, you know ?

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019

An Open Mic Evening

I attended another recital/open mic, evening tonight. Despite venturing out into the cold, I enjoyed the friendly evening. A great chance to meet up with fellow poets and hear their outstanding works. Also a time to sip on a few beers and soak up the pleasant surroundings, and atmosphere, of the ‘Valhalla Brewing & Taproom’  bar, during the poetry reading sessions. I was fortunate enough to be allowed to read three of my poems. Below are the three pieces that I read out tonight.

 

Dreams Of The Heart

 

I cannot walk the continents

Like the intrepid Marco Polo

But my feet have felt the sands of time

Pass between my toes

 

I have not sailed the high seas

Like the courageous Christopher Columbus

But my body has bathed

In an ocean full of kind hearts

 

I’m yet to fly in space

Like the brave Neil Armstrong

But I have reached for the stars

And touched my soul’s dreams

 

 

Its Time

 

We’ll miss you,

Mother Earth.

Your splendour,

And imposing style.

From forest canopy’s,

To the desert Nile.

New creations,

Beauty, gone.

 

We’ll lose you,

Father Time.

Your rhythm,

And stoic guile.

From ancient history,

To the future files.

New millennia,

Awaiting, gone

 

 

Haiku: We Lost The Sea 

 

Bridges of dreams crossed

The ocean and river spanned

Waters of love found

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June  2019

 

Moon Blossom

The old moon knows

After a bitterly cold winter

There’s never a false spring

The devil’s apple tree always blossoms

 

The new moon now asks us

About the planet’s every faded sign

Ghosts in the soils dried up cracks

Moon shadows cover sacred grounds

 

However, above a dying old moon

Or below the new moon’s veins

Eve’s love moon, remains alluring

Her moonbeams spoon our imagination

 

Shimmering upon that blue lagoon

Playing the jubilee tune in every lovers bedroom

Love eventually conquers us all

When moon blossom ringlets fall

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019