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


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..


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

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


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.


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.


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

A Finite in the Infinite

Curiosity opens my eyes at first light

I venture beyond my cocoon of fright

And begin to see the world’s perceived fears

Wingless, I crawl away from the sea of tears

Tired of romancing the stone

I threw a rock into the ocean

Hit the great white ghost in the head

And fed the hungry seagulls more bread

This is no time to throw the towel in

I just heard the bell for round two ring

The power of the universe glows at night

And I am but a finite in the infinite

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020

Bohemian Lyrics (Revised)

Yesterday I spent most of day editing my manuscript with the help of good friend Claudia, who is a fellow member of the Geelong Writers Inc, and she edits and proof reads the Geelong Writers Anthologies, and she has very kindly offered to help me with the big task of editing my manuscript, and her reformatting of my book is going along fabulously. Her corrections and suggestions have been enlightening for me. Most of the time there’s only been punctuation corrections (I’m hopeless with commas), and a few word changes. But here with my poem ‘Bohemian Lyrics’ we were both unhappy with the way the last 2 stanza sounded, and so this morning I came up with this revised piece for my manuscript….

Bohemian Lyrics

What we imagine

And what is real

Are not the same deal

Dust, life’s spicks and specks

Are blended inside earth’s vortex

We are only our solar system’s subjects

And beyond gathering grey clouds

There is the stars sheltering shroud

Whatever the words, let them roll

Whatever the feelings, let them be our soul

Old lines drawn in the sand

May be erased by forgiving hands

Gaea’s liquid words caress the air we breathe

Capturing chords within the whispering trees

Time deflects in the end

Time rewinds and amends

Love is the world’s unwound relic

Love is an empty heart’s Bohemian lyric

Featured Image:  Pinterest….Gaia – (a. Celu, Gaea, Terra, Mother Earth) Greek goddess of the Earth.

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2020