Toes, inside my woolly socks
Toes, inside my ugh boots
Toes, crimson red and cold
Heart, inside my woolly vest
Heart, inside my warm chest
Heart, cherry red, my essence
Soul, why are my toes always cold?
Soul, what happens to the heart?
Soul, where does love stop?
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
“The reblog link for my ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’ post didn’t work today, so here is a copy”
Today I am presenting a poem from August 2017, just 2 months after I began blogging on WordPress ..
My Door’s Firmly Shut
Early Friday morning
At my desk
Writing in pencil
The inks frozen
No joke
Send the firewood
Light up my heart
With warm soulful words
Give my fingers a start
Knuckles are throbbing
An arthritic chill
My dog’s coughing
Poor little Lily
She feels it too
Ah, not to worry
A wry smile
A sunray
Shining through
Thawing my quill
Freeing my will
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
There is still time to enter your submissions..
In the Olympian Pantheon, Hermes is perhaps one of the most multi-faceted gods. He has been linked to guiding those of have died into the underworld, he is the messenger god, he is linked to trickery, mischief and theft, as well as being the god of shepherds and boundaries. And so, he poses a wide array of themes and subjects to explore.
This led to imagining a kaleidoscope. The ever-shifting and changing colours, shapes and patterns. I expect Issue II to be eclectic – celebrating the surreal, the abstract and illusory. I encourage you to reach beyond your comfort zone and use the idea of ‘hermes’ to inspire your work.
As always, interpret the theme as you wish. We accept poetry, prose, photography, creative non-fiction and visual art. Submissions are now…
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destiny constructs paths unknown
invisible lines under the snow
we follow our given route
balancing on life’s tightrope
without a safety net
we fall, we break
we survive, rejoin the choir
remount the wire
and we aspire to fly higher
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #81 photo prompt.
Image credit: Victoria Strukovskaya @ Unsplash
The image shows a closed wooden gate with the number 28.5 written on it with chalk. The gate is surrounded by thick green creepers.
No Bouquets
The twenty eighth of May
The final day to escape Bombay
Leave behind the encroaching Doomsday
Breakaway the padlocked doorways
And seek unknown purified airways
Time to invest wisely in tomorrow’s causeway
Time to invent a new realistic screenplay
That includes the universe’s cabaret
And comprehends mother nature’s ways
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Yeah, my copy of “Tullawalla” arrived today, and you may order a Hardcover copy via this link >> Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)
And hopefully the paperback version will be available soon….
Hello
My garden door is open
Come on in and say hello
There is always a spare deck chair
My courtyard is full of fresh air
We can sip on lemon tea out of my stoneware
Listen to the bees and butterflies fanfare
And together, dream of birds and oceans
My book, Tullawalla, is open
Come on in, you are welcome
Ivor Steven (c) May 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…..by 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.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
“Today”
Today I saw the truth
Today I saw her there
I knew the truth
I knew she was there
Sometimes the truth hurts
Like life time curses
So, empty the stones from old purses
And deflate the tyres on tomorrow’s hearse
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Today is my mother’s birthday, and tomorrow is mothersday, and also it was Carole’s funeral day … Here is my tribute to those 2 magnificent women in my life…
My Women
After I had left the hem
Without women
I could not have survived my time
I would not have braved the climb
Ladies you are my rhyme
My mothers of thyme
Helping me roll away the stone
Maintaining these old bones
Repairing the bridges, I have burnt
Reciting the messages, I have learnt
Cheering from the sidelines
Supporting my broken designs
Women of my rhymes
Mothers for a lifetime
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Life is a journey of discovery
An ordained roller coaster ride
Of tall crests and deep valleys
And if we knew what our voyage would be
We would not venture beyond the cabin door
And sail the world’s unpredictable oceans
Those stormy swallowing vortexes
Of tall tsunami’s and deep ravines
But our passage of life is accepted
Even though our destiny is unknown and unexpected
Nevertheless we persevere and regenerate
For we are the universe’s eternal seeds
The seeds that continue to fly
The seeds that spiritually survive
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
