Here Comes The Rain
The dawn’s dark rain-clouds
Of hovering graceful greys
Are cascading their silver linings
And the falling rain sparkles
Lighting up the morning sky
Resonating nature’s sounds
Heaven’s musical crescendo
The sweetest of all musical notes
A drumming of heavy raindrops
Dancing on the ground
And as the awakening rains
Come tumbling down
The torrents of regenerating waters
Are now crying rivers through burning trees
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
This midweek’s word/photo challenge from the Weekly Prompts site is: ZOMBIE REALITY. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >>Here
Worms, Ants and Zombies
I’m under a dome, inside a barn
A giant steel worm farm
Crawling with thousands of ants
Wearing drab skirts and pants
Some are dazed, dumbfounded like me
Others stride out bold and carefree
Seeking their worm’s tunnel
Walking down an endless funnel
Where the guzzling worms stop and go
Slurping ants up, riding to and fro
Oh no, which steel worm to catch
Before the grinding worm halts, to hatch
Unfazed, into a mysterious iron-belly I jump
The giant worm rattles at every bump
Rolling through underground passages
And all the ants are reading messages
Heads down, looking at antenna screens
With their vacant Zombie eyes of red beams
I quietly ask one, “where do I get off this worm”
It snapped, “You’re asked the wrong germ! “
Suddenly I’ve a gurgling feeling of fear
And I must escape, before It bites off my ears
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Hello readers and followers, this is poem I posted 3 weeks ago, but today I’ve revised some words and the format. I read this poem to my poetry group on Sunday, and after the usual discussion the group suggested some subtle changes, to give my piece an even more powerful punch….. and after swapping things around a little, this is my revised poem…. with sincere thanks to members of my wonderful poetry group…..below I’ve attached a photo of the original poem….
Waiting
The earth is waiting
Sick of humans stalling
And their time wasting
They know it’s time
Waiting for their promised cheers
Waiting for less destructive years
Will they give her resolutions
Of better times ahead
Will they finally read
Thor’s neon signs
Will they notice
A smoke covered sun
Will they be able to breathe the air
As a united one
The earth cannot watch
Nor wait
While humans
Fill their own greedy plates
Why are they celebrating?
Like blind fools, that are always pretending
As if nothing is going wrong
They can hear the whales crying songs
They can see the polar caps are melting
They can taste the venom of government’s lying
In the following video/song, if you could metaphorically place earth and human’s between the lyrics, you might understand why I chose this song by Damien Rice..
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Hello readers, today I’m presenting my first Haibun. The Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.
Yesterday I travelled by bus into the city centre, to visit the unique Analogue Academy, an art gallery, a creative arts school, including a coffee shop/bar, and a drop-off depot for photographers to have their films developed. Definitely a friendly venue for creative people to meet, and enjoy the atmosphere of the rustic and comfortable surroundings. And of course Ivor had his usual coffee, cake and a few beers. The specific purpose of my outing was to view an exhibition of paintings by local artist, Jacklyn Foster, who is a fellow member of Geelong’s ‘Lowercase Poetry Group’. I found her display, “Replying To Spam Emails” to be imaginative and colourful, and I was very satisfied with myself that I had made the effort to attend the Analogue Academy.
Gallery
Uniquely homely
Creativity set free
Here’s Tullawalla**
** Tullawalla, and an aboriginal word meaning, ‘a place to sit and meet’
Below: A fabulous painting by Jacklyn Foster
Below: Jacklyn Foster’s paintings in the display area at Analogue Academy
Below: Photos of the Cafe area
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Please come join me and multitudes of other writers here on Go Dog Go Cafe’s, “Promote Yourself Monday”
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
This weekend the Word/Photo Challenge is ‘Unusual‘. And today I went down to the beautiful Geelong waterfront for a picnic lunch and a walk around the picturesque foreshore, and afterwards, sitting at the Valhalla Bar, sipping on a beer or two, I wrote this attached poem, about the ‘unusual’ Poppy-Kettle display Please go and visit the “Weekly Prompt” by clicking >> HERE
Poppy-Kettle
My lost week has fallen into Sunday
And I’m going out to enjoy the clear sunshine
The Geelong skyline is finally smoke free
Our Corio Bay is unusually dead-calm
The water is like a glassy blue mirror
As I stroll along grassy banks of the foreshore
I rest myself upon a big quartz rock
Under the shade of a palm tree
A perfect locale to have my picnic lunch
Sitting next to an intriguing Poppy-Kettle display
Miniature bronze statues for everyone to see
A children’s mystical piece of fantasy land
Nearby there’s also a fairy tale’s giant green dragon
Dragons are a mythical favourite of mine
The area has an aura of a child’s magical kingdom
And my dreamy imagination grasps me to be almost there
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
Below an overcast sky
A crack appears in my cloud of guilt
This widening chasm darkened
Distorting the edges of distant memories
A dear friend, passed away, last week
I didn’t get to say goodbye
His funeral, was private
And I need to send a condolence card
For these seven days of my life
The card has stayed on my table
I’m trying to write to his bereaved wife
But my hand’s unsteady and not able
I’m yet to put pen to card
I’m yet to allow myself to cry hard
I’m yet to push myself to go an extra yard
Now, I must get my head out of these clouds
Lift my quill, for a mate, who was brave and proud
Ivor Steven (c) Jan 2020
