I’m doing this Haiku in response to the Weekly Prompt Photo Challenge, “Bloom”, Please click >> Here .. and go visit their fabulous site…………. and if you happen to enjoy Xavier Rudd’s music, then I’m sure you’ll enjoy his 10 minute piece below/attached…..
Haiku: Life’s Blooms
Summer in full bloom
Beds of petals for our hearts
Life’s fragrant adieu
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Midnight Creek
The old plumber is back on the street
My bodies aching and I’m beat
Bloodied fingers and sore feet
Thoughts are drifting up midnight’s creek
I’ve crudely been reminded, how hard this job is to do
Cracked hands were turning black and blue
Bending and twisting, I willed myself through
Working the dusty tools, I was thinking of you
Pondering, I know I’ve given it my best
Here on my quiet riverbed, I rest
My joints will recover, in time for my next test
Tentatively, I’m flying out of this restoration nest
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Liquid joy is glazing my eyes
I’m reading newly received, birthday cards
They arrived today, from America
Messages of love, from distant families
Hand written words, etching visions into my soul
A envelope full of really real, colourful stars
And children’s love letters
For the kindhearted dragon and his faeries
Including my cousins, touching heartfelt poem
Followed by my gift, a writers notebook, for those special dreams
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
The music of Abbey Road is playing
Here I sit in Union Street listening
And there is something in the air
Sounds of words with honest flare
The Open Mic, poetry night
Again, at the Valhalla Bar site
The attendance, was a small downer
A cold winter storm, dampened evening goers
But the enthusiastic gathering
Enjoyed the writers readings
A mixture of poems and vocal songs
The entertainment flowed along
And I had time to read four poems
A range of my many emotions
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/my-dragon-the-trilogy-3/
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/black-snow-thaws-in-the-winter-sun/
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/07/20/back-to-her-man/
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/haiku-our-river/
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Above, the Featured Image, is a photo of our impressive Geelong Library, I was there this morning receiving my monthly nourishment of shared poetry readings, a gathering of fellow Geelong Writers poet members, and a meeting that truly enhances my love of poetry….
Nourishment
I’ve been slowly recovering
And calmly re-discovering
Joyful nourishment for my soul
And now, I do care about myself
Enough, that I’ll have to build more room
To accommodate my regenerating life
The actual skill
Is having the will
From a little seed sown
Big things are grown
All creations are a masterpiece
Rejuvenating our ancient existence
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Above: Moorabool Valley Cafe, homestead out front of the cafe, the shed that can be seen from the cafe verandah (main featured image), horse agistment paddocks surrounding the cafe.
A Walk, A Coffee, And Alone
Little Cyndi has gone home
Here I am, again alone
The house is strangely quiet
I feel coffee and cake is on the diet
Late afternoon, and I’ll go for a walk
To my favourite cafe, where the magpies squawk
A stroll in the winter sun
And remember, I am not the only one
Reflect on life’s good times
And rekindle, my memories and rhymes
Above: The walking path close to my house, and the sunset as I was approaching home.
Above: Cyndi, yes it’s going home time……
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
I’m filling out a questionnaire
And I’m at my desk pondering
At one of the of the questions
Marital status ?
Single, married, or widowed
I had to stop and think
Before, I could tick the box
Widowed !!
The fact, hit me between the eyes
Am I a weirdo
Do I look like a creep
Now, that I’m widowed
I do not feel different, nor special
Her clock stopped, she ran out of time
And I still do not comprehend
Why ?
I am alright now
Yeah, but why ?
I remember her smile
When she whispered to me
” Life will eventually be easier for you:”
Most of the time
Now, I’ll tick that box
Widowed ………..
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
Here I present the music I’m listening to this morning, from an Irish singer/songwriter Lisa Hannigan. I hope enjoy her singing, and you might like to see more of her on YouTube….
Lisa Hannigan: Lyrics.
“We, The Drowned”
We know not the fire in which we burn
But we sing and we sing
And the flames grow higher.
We read not the pages which we turn
But we sing, and we sing, and we sing, and we sing
We, the wrong,
We the sewn up and long gone,
Were before and all along
Like this
We, the drowned
The lost and found out,
We are all finished again.
Frosted Glass (Revised)
My courtyard window is frosted
From this morning’s piercing coldness
It’s a freezing winter’s day
The wind feels like razor blades
Even the venetian blinds, are shaking
With-holding none of the external arctic blast
A frozen sparrow lays on the sill
Ready to fall, on dirt, so icy
A meagre frigid offering
To the polar Snowlord
And I’m a blizzard’s open door
A captured statue, shivering to the core
Riveted, by my eternal music score
Leonard Cohen’s, Avalanche and more
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
I twist and roll over
A musical world spins inside my head
My somersault of dreams
Rotates under my bed-spread
Upside down
Rhythmical tiredness falls out of my seams
Words tumble around
Nameless titles and endless tunes abound
The bad moon’s turning
Singing the blues, over my empty town
I twist and roll over, again
I’m back where I started, I hear my angel humming, Hallelujah
Ivor Steven (c) July 2019
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