Throwback Friday, My Rainbow, by Ivor Steven

My old poem “My Rainbow”, is up at Throwback Friday, on “Go Dog Go Cafe’.”..

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Every time I see a rainbow, I see reflections of colours and life beyond the sky.

My Rainbow

Over mountains, over a distant sky

Blazing hues of African butterflies

Fluttering reflections of our last goodbyes

Did you see my yesterday rainbow

She’s ruby red, yellow and blue

The heavenly ring, in everyone’s view

Above you, a perfect archway

Behind you, a forever shining sun-ray

Around you, a golden halo everyday

Ivor Steven (c)  March 2019

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems…

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Beneath The Shadows

 

At “Go Dog Go Cafe”, Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 2, 2020, Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose or poetry around the phrase: “on our knees”

 

Beneath The Shadows

 

We bow before you, Lord of Trees

On our knees, we beg for the bees

Please, do not cast your shadows too deep

Enable the sun to warm our plants feet

And let their flowers thrive in the breeze

So the busy bees can pollinate our seeds

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2020

Who’s The Saddest

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My smokey eyes have been faltering

Sad necessary tears have me wavering

Looking down the knife-edges

Balancing on red cliff-edges

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How will the fog of darkness be lifted?

From angry souls that have drifted

Mirror, mirror, who’s the saddest

Mirror, mirror, where is forgiveness

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The heart-breakers came around

Killing a black-rose on the ground

Deep down we all feel hollow

And none can see the peace-smoke halo

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Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

We Sing, and We Sing

Is there a song?

Between who is sad, and who is wrong

Beyond this prolonged swan song

 

How long, is too long?

Along these throngs of torch songs

Headstrong, and head-on

 

We know their theme song

We are all in the wrong

Oh. We, are the wrong

 

Listen to the birdsong

Listen to her lifelong song

Listen to nature humming along

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020.

“We, The Drowned”, Lyrics by Lisa Hannigan

We, the drowned
Hold our hollow hearted ground
Til we swallow ourselves down
AgainWe, the ashes,
We spend our days like matches
And burned ourselves as black as
The end.

 

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.

Promote Yourself Monday, June 1, 2020

Dear readers and followers, I hope you are safe and well,…. Here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..

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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.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Obsidian Eyes

The Weekend Challenge, and the monthly colour challenge for JUNE, “Weekly Prompts” have chosen the colour Obsidian. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here…. and below is my response to the prompt…

 

Obsidian Eyes

 

Humans are in an anxious whirl

Unaware of nature’s harmonious world

 

Volcanic flames light up the skies

The blazing eclipse darkens angry eyes

 

Lava’s flowing as obsidian rivers

Black glass groans and shivers

Cold black-ice slips and slides

In a chasm of great white walls, either side

 

Sheer ugly mirrors of darkness

Reflecting societies obsidian blindness

Unfathomable statues arise

Like hives of frenetic fireflies

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  May 2020