Throwback Friday, Memory Rain, by Ivor Steven

Here is a poem that I posted on the Go Dog Go Cafe’s, Throwback Friday segment, a few hours ago. I’ve made a few little changes to this poem, that I originally posted on my site on August 24th 2017. I think my updated version added some softness to my poem. Please go over and visit the fabulous Go Dog Go Cafe site by clinking on this link >>

Memory Rain

Every time I opened our photo album

I saw her personal emblem

Every time I turned about-face

I felt pain and soft rain again

Every time I switched on the screen

I waited for a different dream

Every time I tried another channel

I cried during the battle

Every time I played another sad tune

I sang until the next full moon

Every time I walked out the back door

My head would be in the clouds

Every time I looked up to heaven

My angel stood waiting at the gate

I’d see the rain on her face

And I’d feel the memory rain again

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Chromatic Pulse

Today I visited the “The Hue and Cry collective” art exhibition, with paintings by 3 talented local Geelong artists, Jenna Kernaghan, Daniel Hunt, and Nelson Ruler. The theme of the exhibition was “Chromatic Phenomenon”, and the Lowercase Poetry members were encouraged to go along and be inspired to write an Ekphrastic poem about the paintings… I have attached some photos of paintings, and my resultant poem …

Chromatic Pulse

words are emotions

the emotions of love and pain

words are eye-drops

the eye-drops of sunshine and rain

words are blood

the blood in oceans and drains

words are aromas

the aromas of flowers and grains

words are watered sand

the watered sand of trees and plains

words are dreams

the dreams in stars and heavenly gains

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Patiently, I Am Waiting

Patience drifts around the clock

Patience floats in dry-dock

Patience hovers in transit

Patience belies my spirit

Patiently I walk

Patiently I talk

Patiently I listen

Patiently I have forgiven

Patience is the essence

Patience is my sentence

Patience is my burden

Patience is my warden

Patiently I wait

Patiently I update

Patiently I sleep

And alone I weep

Patiently I Compromise

Patiently I will arise

Patiently I mutate

Patiently I will gravitate

Patience commands my time

Patience is my crime

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021


Build me up, knock me down

The grass is green, my paddock is brown

And I watch my dream’s intrepid journey

Turn into a vagabond without an attorney

My book of magical words is mortified

Locked away, untried and unidentified

Now a piece of petrified wood on the mountainside

Is there a release button for the certified

I shall escape to the chromatic lakeside

And reclassify my reflection as unqualified

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

The Vita Brevis Anthology is Out

The Anthology is Out!

I’m feeling very honoured and proud to have to my poem “Where’s That Dream” published by Vita Brevis in their annual anthology, and thank you to the editor Brian Geiger, for accepting my submission.

The second Vita Brevis anthology is officially out!

I can’t thank the community enough. Whether you’re a poet whose work is featured in the new collection, a Vita Brevis regular, or a reader, you’ll find something to love.

As you all know, these anthologies keep the lights on for Vita Brevis! Thanks for making this a reality, and congratulations to all poets who made it in.

Let’s make this another bestseller!

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Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Throwback Friday, A Writers Aviary (Revised), by Ivor Steven

Here is my ‘Throwback Friday’ poem I posted on “Go Dog Go Cafe” today ..

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Today’s poem is one I origanally wrote in the Autumn of 2018, and here I have made a few word changes, but without altering the calm aura of the moment…

A Writers Aviary (Revised)

A cool autumn morn

Another new dawn

I am refreshed, I am alive

I roll myself over

Onto my tummy

Elbows on my pillow

The curtains are open

Gazing out the window

Through the leaves and red flowers

Of my red Bougainvillea

My courtyard’s looking homely

A bower scenery

My beautiful fernery

Full of nature’s greenery

I am feeling cosy and dreamy

Comfy in my writer’s aviary

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

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…

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A Line in the Sand (Revised)

Here I have revised yesterday’s poem ‘A Line in the Sand’ … by adding a stanza at the start, and a change to the final line … I’m not sure, but maybe the alterations are Ok…

A Line in the Sand (Revised)

Did you hear the latest hocus pocus?

About the world’s leaders lack of focus

And resembling old smokeless dragons

Can you sense the reloading of guns and cannons?

In my mind, I am searching for the olive tree

Please come walk with me

We will go to the seashore

And watch the dove’s soar

Hold my other hand

As I scribe a line in the sand

A message to the sky

Love and peace I decry

Will I receive an honest reply?

Or nothing, but more blind eyes?

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021

Music of the Worlds

The harmonious euphoria of music

Forever resides within the human psyche

And now wondrously, the world’s connection to the universe

As we continuously emit waves of sound into the cosmos

And we patiently wait for that responding crescendo

I wonder what symphonic theme do we broadcast?

I imagine a Sigur Ros song from their ancient Icelandic past

Would be grandly received by the alien nobles

Those dramatic orchestral tunes, vibrantly enriched by alto vocals

Reverberating through space, resonating our melodious proposals

Ivor Steven (c) April 2021