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
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
“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
I find the tears never stop, they just have longer dry spells between the showers……..
“How many rivers of tears must we cry
Before all our deepest wells run dry” … Ivor, May 2012
Rivers Flow By
I sit and watch the rivers flow by
I gaze up and see the clouds roll away
I feel the sun’s warmth is within me to stay
I know my heartbeat is hers every day
I sit and watch the rivers flow by
I look above and see today’s clear blue sky
Ivor Steven (c) May 2021
Here comes one of those days
When my soul feels the light of hope within me
How could I ever forget those days
*Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me*
Now I bless the light
The spirit of those days within me
Forever your star of hope, glows so bright
Always there, shining down on me
Now I thank you for these days
The dance of glory you gave me
Remembering our world’s warm nights and joyful days
How could I forget, that blade of grass you gave me
That everlasting gift, walks with me every day
You’re in my heart every single day, believe me
*Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me* This line, is a line I’ve taken from the Ray Davies song “Days”, they are truly glorious words, and I could not write a better line to suit my poem, than this brilliant piece by Ray Davies….. so now sit back and enjoy his magnificent song…. “Days”
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
