I Wish, I Was Green, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Wish, I Was Green”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-wish-i-was-green/

I Wish, I Was Green  

  
At 3.00 am, I wish again  
For the harsh sands of time  
To soften, after last night’s misty rain 
 

I wish, to learn something new every day  
Sometimes I did not remember what I wished for  
But I know every dawn beholds a new horizon  
  

I wish, the weathered trees themselves
Would rekindle my stolen dreams
And turn them into a forest of eternal green

I wish, my every fallen leaf
To be waiting there
At the top of my stairs









Ivor Steven ©  September 2022

One More Spoonful

On Weekly Prompts this weekend, the challenge word Glimmer. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here And is a poem I wrote back in January, that I thought to be suitable piece for the prompt …

Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..





One More Spoonful

I was reading my never ending story

about crossing the rivers of time

and climbing a mountain of dreams

then along the crest of a misty waterfall

a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn

as a shimmering glimmer of hope

and above my unreachable horizon

there was a shining

tempting me to turn around

and resume paddling upstream

to where I could savour

a spoonful of life’s cream






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

The Last Chicane (Revised) 

“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …





The Last Chicane (Revised)


 

I have been climbing every rung 

Even the broken ones unsung 

I have played every sad song 

Even when the words were wrong 


I saw my bird fly away 

Even though her nest stays here today 

I have praised my swan’s eternal fight 

Even through her turbulent flights 


I am listening to the bells chiming 

Even above lyrics that are not rhyming 

I am beginning to flutter my wings again 

Even after missing the last chicane 

I am preparing for the next equestrian 

Even though I am a lost pedestrian 






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

A Nomad (Revised)

A poem I originally wrote in July 2019, and today I am posting this revised version.



A Nomad (Revised)


I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad

The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad

My nomad’s world is flowing wider

Broken trees floating on a flooding river


These empty words, today seem drier

The receding waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver


This final message, I falsely send

We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend

My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat

Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat






Ivor Steven (c)  September 2022

A Good Guide, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Good Guide”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-good-guide/

A Good Guide


Yes, the years have passed by

I by grace survived

She by grace

Left my side

I was floundering

The proverbial fish out of water

I by grace found my way

She by grace

Became my guiding star







Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

A Tired and Weathered Poet


(Tonight I completed the manuscript for my new book “Perceptions”)
Oh well, the editing and correction process is always ongoing, for the Tired and Weathered Poet





A Tired and Weathered Poet


my writing world

wearily worrys

while wisdom

wistfully wonders

what wizardry waits

within wayward walls

where wrinkled words

wrathfully wound

a tired and weathered poet 



Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)

A nightmarish hypothetical poem and some of the words are from comments I made on Bart’s and Sadje’s recent posts .. > https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/07/15/fraiku-first-lights/
.. > https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/07/13/one-liner-strength/

Featured Image: Photo from the JWST


Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)


One day soon 

After mining the earth dry 

There will no more rubies 

No more diamonds in the sky


Will our silver spoons

Ever stop digging

Towards the dark side of our moon


 

Tonight, we do not need

Our world to be darker



We can learn to survive 

When life teaches us 

The value of being alive






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

A Torn Thesaurus



With my fiddle and riddles

Here in the middle

Of this unopened universe

Time spirals in reverse


Quills fly in from cyberspace

As alien words unravel and interlace

A torn thesaurus is my database

I wonder

Have I landed in the right place?


But that does not matter

K-9’s happy with the community chatter

Doggie treats and friendly pats

And he presents his paw for more

Like a hungry beggar’s cap






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Nature’s Heartbeat



Misty rain streaks down my cheeks

And gentle droplets play life’s symphony on my roof

Reminding my soul that I exist, so meek

Humbled by the sound of nature’s heartbeat

I shall continue to follow her melodious proof


The dark clouds part during my day

And the lifting fog pours me a rainbow beam

Reminding my soul, why I love, and why I stay

Honoured by the strength of nature’s heartbeat

I shall continue to follow my dream






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022