My Addiction

Fact or fiction

Whatever the diction

Words without friction

That is my addiction



Emotions from the heart

My love potion of remarks

From sweaty nightmares of blue sharks

To walking on dreams in Central Park



Words surviving my writing cramps

Evolving beyond sirens and flashing blue lamps

From bygone dreams of empty homes

To climbing a mountain of slippery stones



Ivor Steven (c) December 2020.

The Quill and Self-will


Tired eyes slowly open

The room is blurrily sloping

My lips are numb and dry

And I cannot see the sky



Three weeks I’ve been here

While my body is in recovery

Nurses say I’ll soon be out of this wheelchair

And I’ll be home with community health care



How will I cope I despair

My arm is idle and I cannot weight bear

And my speech is impaired

With a memory drifting in mid-air

I am unable to read or write

And daytime may as well be midnight



Three months have passed by

I am doing a morning crossword and my smile begins to cry

But there is a knowing sparkle in my eye

Upon my notepad I’ve scrawled lines of rhyme awry



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Words Of Mine, Epilogue(Revised Post)

As many of my readers would know, over the pass few weeks, I’ve been proof-reading and editing my manuscript, and with the help of a Geelong Writers friend (Claudia), her assistance has been magnificently diligent, and yesterday we finally completed our task…. and my poem here “Words of Mine” is to be the Epilogue for my book..

Epilogue

Here’s a link to a song that was written for me from ‘My Words’, by my musician friend, Terry Fielding… I hope the link works for you (let me know please)



And again, the Soundcloud song below my poem, was written for me by a musician friend from France, Haille Anderson.

Words of Mine

I’ve given you my humble words

I’ve given you my hidden soul

Words trickling through cool mountain streams

Words dripping off the frozen ashen trees

Words gliding across the icy lakes

Words of love, drowning in the memory rains

I’ve given you my inner self

I’ve given you my outer grief

Words tumbling over the embedded rocks

Words twisting along the winding rivers

Words cascading down the forest waterways

Words sifting through my barren hands

I’ve given you my lonely heart

I’ve given you my secret loves

Words of life living under the vast oceans

Words of time travelling to the stars beyond

Words flowing through happiness and sorrow

Words of mine, destiny’s dreams of tomorrow



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

The Hummingbird Knows

This week the Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is, Snippet. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. And below is my little snippet of a poem, in response to the ‘Weekly Prompt’


The Hummingbird Knows

I’m searching for a safe nest

a place for my weary wings to rest

a hostel for the hovering bewildered

above the rainbows where eagles soar

beyond the clouds silver linings

away from the world’s selfish cravings

a symphonic haven for my soul to call home

where the hummingbird knows the words for my poem



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Giving Thanks


Love lives on and on

In the tune of every birdsong

And friendships warm the soul

Like the sun warms our body



Love lives on and on

Memories and rhymes remain strong

Love is within our heart

Love is there to be shared

Like the blood in our veins

Love is made for transfusions



Love has been there all along

Love advances right over wrong

Love lives within our sins

Love lives within everything




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Life’s Baggage


Baggage on a rough ocean, rattles

And snaps like a snake dressed in black

However the angry waves will bite back

And drown the leftover sacred battles



Baggage is only a temporary state

Between carrying life’s extra weight

And waiting for life’s next update



Baggage, imagine the stories

Imagine the hidden dreams

Imagine love bursting at the seams


Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Grumpy Bears in Chains


The crashing noise started after midnight

When the growling thunder gave darkness a fright

I was shaken by the storms furious hard rain

Sounding like grumpy bears in chains

Thumping my iron roof with their heavy paws

And lashing at the awnings with their steely claws

Then the giant drops turned into falling ice-blocks

And I rushed back inside to shelter behind the dog box




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Sunday’s Cooling Zephyr



Sunday’s Cooling Zephyr



So this is our new Sunday

Finally a return to normal ways

I feel almost alive

Adrenaline’s on a high



No time for my Dell

No time to dwell

Wonder and ponder

About a deep blue yonder



Another hour or so

And I’ll get up and go

Relax at my local Cafe

Enjoy a cake and coffee



And there will be a cooling zephyr

Caressing my brow, soft as a feather

I’ll hear Sigur Ros’s soothing music playing

And daydreaming, I’ll be gently swaying



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Music

My attached music/video, is a new song by ‘Sigur Ros’, from their yet to be release album, coming out on December the 8th… Their music here is a perfect example of how even though we don’t understand the language and lyrics, the musical performance and their glorious sound is a pure delight to listen to…. I hope you enjoy this 8 min piece of music excellence…


Music (a Haiku)

Live music matters 

As we climb every mountain  

Proudly, all shall sing 



Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020


The theme of Sigur Ros’s song…
Composed in the 14th or 15th century Odin’s Raven Magic is an Icelandic poem in the ancient Edda tradition (Edda – a term that describes two Icelandic manuscripts which together are the main sources of Norse mythology and Skáldic poetry) its anonymous author clearly had an intimate knowledge of the Edda literature and mythology which alludes to a number of pagan motifs which are now lost. The poem recounts a great banquet held by the gods in Valhalla while they were absorbed in their feasting, ominous signs appeared that could foretell the end of the worlds of the gods and men. The album ‘Odin’s Raven Magic’ is an orchestral collaboration between Sigur Rós, Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson, Steindór Andersen and Maria Huld Markan Sigfúsdóttir which premiered 18 years ago at the Barbican Centre in London and is now finally almost two decades later being released. The performance honours the poem, dramatic and beautiful, classical and contemporary. A stone marimba was built especially for the performance by Páll Guðmundsson. Odin’s Raven Magic – the poem – had been relegated from mainstream ancient literature ever since 1867, when Norwegian scholar Sophus Bugge claimed it was a 17th century fabrication. This theory has since been toppled with literary and linguistic arguments and new research has concluded that Odin’s Raven Magic was indeed authentic and has finally been reintroduced to the Edda.

Centauress

This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word; Noteworthy. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . The below poem is my response to the prompt.


Centauress

I do not have to be famous to be noteworthy

Nor am I remarkably important

But within my fading soul I feel worldly



I do not have to be a President to be noteworthy

Nor am I significantly superior

But within my weary heart this story is newsworthy



I do not have to be a golden deity to be noteworthy

Nor am I the almighty creator

But within my lonely dreams I feel praiseworthy



I do not have to be anyone else but me

A earthy wordsmith, kind and trustworthy




Feature Image: The Centauress, by Rodin.

The Centauress is a provocative variation on the traditional equestrian monument. Instead of a hero mounted on a horse, the heroine and the horse have become one. Rodin combined two previous works in the design: The horse comes from an unrealized plan for a sculpture of a Chilean general. He adapted the woman from a male figure in The Gates from Hell.

Why create this amalgam? Rodin described a struggle between humanity’s “two natures. . . . An image of the soul whose ethereal impulses remain miserably imprisoned in the corporeal mire!”




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020