Here where I sit and write
Under my cosy verandah
I now have a new clock
Hanging on a roof post
A purchase from the MS shop
With a large Parisian style face
Most of my courtyard items
Are fondly given names
And in keeping with my space-craft theme
“Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space” – (Itmims)
I’ve appropriately tagged the time piece
After the ‘MS’ initials, “My Space”
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
I bought a clock yesterday, to hang under my verandah today. Now time is close at hand, giving me notice of her demands… This poem is a repost from this Time last year.
Time Needs No Commands
The white moon has fallen late
A new daytime awaits
Rollover out of dream time
Rollover to the edge of time
Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby
And discover the blue curtain sky
It’s time to stretch and yawn
It’s time to feel the misty dawn
Stand in front of time’s open hands
Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s
The cloudy skies of daylight do fly
As moments of time flow swiftly by
Time moves on, needing no command
The sands of time, wait for no man
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
My poem today, is in response to a Halloween Prompt from Ingrid, at “Experiments In Fiction”, you can visit the Prompt and her site by clicking on this link >> https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/10/24/eif-poetry-challenge-8-halloween-special/
The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin
My locked bubble is about to go boom
A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb
Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom
Where my world was a rotting cave of doom
Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb
Being reborn like a smiling old groom
I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms
Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom
Flying over the full moon of autumn
Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume
Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum
And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
Time on the Moon With a Tea and Lime
now and then
I see the sunrise again
sip on tea and lime
and dream for a time
where are you old friend
hiding your face until the end
and I hear a distant tick-tock
buried under weathered rock
when it’s all said and done
my words fall one by one
inking blues, line after line
and I care not the time
and sand flows drop by drop
from the timeless clock
touching her silent cocoon
on the far side of the moon
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
Here’s the link to Vol I https://books2read.com/Nwthedarknesswithin/
Here’s the link to Vol III https://books2read.com/Nwwhatremains/
link to the collection https://books2read.com/NwTheCollection
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Todays poem is a repost from 2 years ago, and today my gorgeous plant Blue Statice (Limonium perezii Blue) is in full bloom again. And a year ago the poem was published in a local anthology called “Writeabout- Two”
My Blue Statice Blooms Today
Love is a dirty word when I’m alone
Nervously shaking to the bone
Hearing myself rattle unseen
Anxiously sweating, feeling unclean
Awakening, my eyes slowly open
Nightmares diminish, now forgotten
The wind carries sunlight through my dawn’s clouds
My courtyard flowers, stand radiant and proud
Listening, I hear the bird’s morning calls
My gloominess gradually stalls
Sounds of music vibrate the walls
Nature’s crescendos fill my heart’s empty halls
Love is a dirty word no more
Love is within my skins every pore
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
In response to CalmKate’s Friday Fun Photo Prompt, “Odd One”. https://aroused.blog/2020/10/24/friday-fun-odd-one/
Did You Forget Something
Ahh!! There he is again
On the other footpath
Trying to look
Inconspicuous
But he stands out like
Dogs balls
Awkwardly fumbling
In his pockets
Desperately searching
Red-faced from embarrassment
He’s flustered
Then he drops it
Now, everyone can see
The item he found
There on the dirty ground
His face Mask unbound
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
A big thank you to Dwight Roth, for providing me with the inspiration to write this post today… here’s his fabulous haiku from earlier today ..
“When life overwhelms
Focus on what’s important
Nature’s beauty calls”
A Planter Box
I’ve been busy gardening
Soulfully so relaxing
And I’ve built a planter box
Out of leftover roof stocks
Large enough for cucumber seedlings
Their dream home for the warm season
Fertile soil and nurturing watering
To Produce a harvest worth devouring
Ten weeks away my first feast
Enough to feed the kids from the east
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
This week’s Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is; AUTUMN STROLLS. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . The poem “Time Strolls” is my slightly abstract response to the prompt… “When nothing is for sure anything can happen”
Time Strolls
I’m no sleepy koala
Nor a pretty brolga
I’m stoic and ancient, like Mount Olga
An old scribe from Tullawalla
You cannot feel my heart
Nor can you see my star chart
I’m an astronaut without a spacecraft
An old pilot from the lost Ark
I’m not flying alone in the dark
Nor will I swim among the hungry sharks
I’m a dreamer fishing for humanities restart
An old disciple waiting to disembark
The Olgas (modern title) is a set of impressive domes to the west of Ayers Rock. Believed to originate from a similar time as Ayers Rock, they are made up of 36 formations, although they are thought to have been one huge piece of rock, much like Ayers, that has weathered over millions of years. They lay 35kms west of Ayers Rock(Uluru) along Lasseter Highway and have a slightly different make-up to their better-known neighbour. The highest point is Mount Olga, rising to 546m above ground, some 200m higher than Ayers Rock. It’s about 22kms around the circumference (Ayers Rock is about 10kms)
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
