Proudly the Music Plays

The inauguration was an awesome event, and here in Australia I could sense the importance of this day, and here is my little tribute to the occasion…
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Proudly the Music Plays

The grand day was but a windfall

Of upstanding pyramids in time

And I, a tiny cog in the world’s clock

Was proud to have my feet back on this rock

Where I could hear the sounds of nature

Playing a harmonious tune about the future

And her music became the ink in my quill

Floating upon every solemn word I did spill

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

A Moments Reprieve

A Moments Reprieve

Yesterday’s roadside kill

Was an accident, written by my quill

This morning, I spoke to our broken world

And we agreed, to give life another whirl

During moments like these

Here feeling a summer breeze

Caress my sweaty brow

I rest under our trees leafy bows

Where I do savour the air I breathe

Where I do relax and take my leave

To appreciate a moments reprieve

As I drift into my world of make believe

With My Dragon for protection at my side

And those mischievous faeries as my trusty guides

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Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

Who Is Responsible

Featured Image Above: A sketch by my niece Kerri Costello

Today I am presenting the “second” ‘5min’ poem that I wrote at Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting, that I attended on Monday this week, and this was my 2nd session/week with the group, and I am having a delightful time. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. Tickets by donation. All are welcome.

Who Is Responsible

Our responsibilities come and go

Some do leave, others do grow

There is a limit

To how many breaths we need a day

And there is a limit

To the length of our stay

Here sitting on yesterday

Approving of life’s work today

I ponder about tomorrow

Looking out beyond my dirty window

For the direction of next years ice-flow

To avoid last years cloudless shadows

And dodge this year’s poison arrows

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021.

A Conversation Without Words

Today I am presenting another ‘5min’ poem that I have written at one of Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meetings that I attend on Monday’s, and this was my 2nd session with the group, and I am having a delightful time. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. Tickets by donation. All are welcome.

A Conversation Without Words

I see her lips curve

I see her mouth move

The words I do not understand

But I know the meaning of that sound

I sense the inflection in her tone

And her silent eyes tell no lies

I savour her smile

I gently hold her hand

And through her soft palm

I feel her heartbeat caress mine

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

Promote Yourself Monday, January 18, 2021

Dear readers and followers, 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… clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >>
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink 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.

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Rebuild a Better Home

Forget yesterday’s unopened letters

Roll-up the sleeves of our winter sweaters

Clean-up the planets dirty carburetors

And reassemble last years scattered leggos better

Vaccinate our vulnerable from unknown carriers

And protect our hardworking warriors

Beware of societies unforgiving enemies

And expand your personal boundaries

It’s time to become a world community

And fight for the future of humanity

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

Haiga and Haiku

Featured Image Above: A Haiga, a drawing by my niece Kerri, with my attached Haiku

I’m a member of an on-line photography group, which has been interesting and fun for me. Each day we have a different topic/prompt to do, and yesterday’s topic was “Haiga”; Haiga is a style of Japanese painting that incorporates the aesthetics of haikai. Haiga are typically painted by haiku poets, and often accompanied by a haiku poem. Like the poetic form it accompanied, haiga was based on simple, yet often profound, observations of the everyday world. Stephen Addiss points out that “since they are both created with the same brush and ink, adding an image to a haiku poem was… a natural activity.” Well below I am sharing with you my response to the prompt. The pen and ink picture was painted by Carole in 1975(the year we met), and I wrote the attached Haiku in 2019.

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

I Have Been Here Before

Today I am presenting the second ‘5min’ poem that I wrote during Ali Grimsham’s ‘Writing Circle’ Zoom meeting I attended on Monday. Here is the page link to get more information about the next writing circle. Tickets by donation. All are welcome.

I Have Been Here Before

do I need to be anywhere else

but be near the ocean’s caressing waves

where my heart feels complete

with warm sand between my toes

and a cool breeze to tingle my bones

as the sea salt dries on my skin

for now. ‘I am almost alive’ *

here. ‘I am almost at home’ *

away from life’s plastic chrome

** these words, ‘I am almost alive’ and. ‘I am almost at home are from Leonard Cohen’s song, ‘The Goal’

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021

Invisible Miracles

Yesterday I attended a ‘Writing Circle’ poetry group meeting, hosted by Ali Grimshaw, via a Zoom video link-up, and “Invisible Miracles” was one of the poems I wrote during the session. You can visit her Writing Circle site by clicking on this link >

Invisible Miracles

I am not black nor white

I am not day nor night

I am neither sand nor sea

I am not a flower or a bee

I am not wrong or right

I am not heavy or light

I am Clear and free

I am a cool ocean breeze

I am a song we breathe

I am the air from our trees

I am a star above your grave

I am a shy sound wave

I can be brave

I am your invisible slave

Ivor Steven (c) January 2021