Hearing Is Out of Sight, 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 “Hearing Is Out of Sight”, 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/hearing-is-out-of-sight/




Hearing Is Out of Sight


Do you peer through the blinds? 

Did you peek and wonder? 

About the empty street outside 

Why is every morning like Sunday? 

A solemn quietness amplified


Do you listen to the bells chime? 

Did you hear your silent number? 

Ring from the phone-box outside 

Is the world in a slumber? 

Waiting, forlornly mystified






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

A Sudden Change of Plans

Ironically or coincidently, after re-posting several poems from my hospitalisation time three years ago … I suddenly found out that I am to be back in hospital for a short stay during the week … but I am only going up to level four, not that far from the ground floor, and within a short walk to the front door …


A Sudden Change of Plans


Early on Friday

I received a phone call

From the Geelong hospital

Informing me that my elective surgery

Was unexpectedly moved to be on next week


Then suddenly

Early this morning

Under the precautionary health guidelines

I was sent to be tested for the ‘Covid’ virus


And now I am in home isolation

For the next three days

Prior to my left elbow surgery

Early Wednesday morning


If everything goes according to plan

And all being well

I should be home

Early Wednesday evening





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Right or Wrong


My poem today is actually made up of 3 different Haiku, however, as what often happens with my jumbled words and thoughts, the 3 stanzas seemed to fit together to form “one” poem …



Right or Wrong



As we scrape along 

In life, we are often wrong 

Before our swan song 


Are we wrong or right? 

Why do we let the moonlight 

Disappear from sight? 


Gloom enfolds the view 

Gey clouds cover rainbow hues 

Darkness stalks us too 





Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2021

Shangri La

On “Weekly Prompts” the word: Desolate, is the weekend challenge. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE… Below is my response to the their prompt.

 

Shangri La

 

I’m not on a desolate island

My head is not buried in the sand

And I am not going crazy

You might be crazier than me

Because I saw you reading about

How to fly overseas

 

I used to be the sanest

Old man in town

You could always find me

On top of Mount Everest

 

Now I’m locked away

In between my two ears

Playing one handed ping pong

In between crowd-less cheers

Listening to musical ding dong

In between my poetry and beers

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020