Drifting Sand Dunes (Revised)

This is a poem I originally wrote a few years ago, during a time of hospitalisation, and I was undergoing numerous medical examinations…. Today I’ve revised this edition slightly, but the theme of poem still seems to be relevant, for my current anxieties during these oppressing months of Lockdown…

 

Drifting Sand Dunes (Revised)

 

Life continues to deal me stressful tests

Unyielding, but I’ve given my best

As the sands of time pass through hands of mistrust

Leaving drifting dunes with insurmountable crests

 

There’s hard exams of my soft soulful chest

Gnawing at my hearts leftover pieces

Lumps of nerve-ends for the devil’s feast

Leaving my naked bones scarred by the beast

 

In this stormy life of mine, challenges seem endless

Soaking rains and a raging tempests

Twisting my sinews and veins into a vortex

Leaving my inner demons anxiously wondering what’s next

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2020

 

We All Have a Tambourine

locked down and locked up

shut in and shut up

 

In this garbage virus bin

what is my holy sin

has Judas already been?

 

where am I going

with my green tambourine

and this broken violin

anyhow, who’s listening?

 

am I still dreaming

about being a human being?

 

about falling backwards

where the stars are flying outwards

with thoughts looking upwards

 

questions I bring

songs I sing

answers live within

 

every day there’s a new sunrise

every day there’s a new surprise

as I look at every day through fresh eyes

I don’t always see blue skies

I don’t always feel happy and wise

Today I’m a bronze statue in Levis’

And I’ll be satisfied with third prize

 

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

A Blackbird Sings

My dream was falling backwards

The stars were flying outwards

My thoughts are looking upwards

 

As I hear the mourning blackbird

He’s singing about a deadly virus attack

And how we’re to overcome this unearthly hazard

“You’re to seek guidance from our masters

The solar rulers have witnessed your disasters”

 

The sun frowns, and sighs to the moon

We must save the earth from gloom

There’s no need for us to whisper

It’s time to dissolve the covid’s dirty blister

 

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020.

Swaying in the Winter Sun

 

 

Swaying in the Winter Sun

 

Firmly I stand in the township’s central park

I’m the small haven’s guardian monarch

Proudly presiding over historical plaques

 

Winter’s revealed my ancient stretch marks

But an un-seasonal sun warms my stringy bark

As my old branches perennially await the springtime larks

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

Standing Upright

Hello dear readers, I’ve been writing this poem over the last three days, and I was struggling to obtained any rhythm between thoughts and words, and then I saw a wondrous photo on Derrick Knight’s blog/website this morning, (which is my ‘Featured Image’ above), and his photo of the glorious old oak tree, immediately channelled my thoughts, into that of strength and resilience, and from there, my Title was formed, and my words started to become a more cohesive piece of poetry…. Thank you Derrick, for allowing me to use this beautiful and impressive photo, with my humble little poem.

Standing Upright

My heart’s bruised from bygone blood-stones

Threaded together by the spirits of old bones

And they’re resting within my ageing body’s soft clay

But I’m leaking, soulful droplets on sunny days

The world’s foul winds are blowing me off my feet

When I’m wobbling down cold and dusty streets

Then a modern medicine-man came with his young tribe

Re-tuning my rusty pieces, with rhythmical vibes

And they declared my cello strings, to be plucky enough

To handle tomorrow’s mystery masks and travellers handcuffs

Ivor Steven (c) August 2020

Yellow Light

“How wonderful the colour yellow is. It stands for the sun!” – Vincent Van Gogh.

This weekend is the Monthly Colour Challenge for August, and the ‘Weekly Prompt’ team have chosen;  Sunshine Yellow.  Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking > Here Below; is my response to the prompt, with attached photos and a Haiku

 

Yellow Light,  a Haiku

 

Today the sky smiled

Above golden setting sun

And the moon did shine

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2020