Above Images: My doggie Frankie, on his early morning walkie.
Before The Bell Rings
I am changing my daily routine
Now summer is in full swing
Hot like a fiery lantern
Before the breakfast bell rings
I will leave early and go walking
With doggie in tow, happily prancing
We will bathe in golden sunrises
Under the cobalt blue skies
Adorned with white cirrus stripes
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Feature Image Above: A watercolour painting by Carole Steven.
Dust and Rain
Life eventually returns to dust
Think me morbid if you must
Funerals do that to me
Eulogies sting me like a bee
That gentle bite numbed my mind
To that sea of blurry faces, sincere and kind
My selfless tears did drown
In memories of pain
Of her being lowered down
On that day when I could not stop the rain
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
My Gallery (a Haiku)
Her craft-work shines on
Overseeing our dream times
In my world of rhyme
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Please Note: The Idyll winery estate, located in the picturesque Moorabool Valley area, is only 15 km from my front door, and are well renowned for their award winner Cabernet Sauvignon blends … 2021 – New York International Wine Competition – Idyll Victoria Cabernet Sauvignon – Gold
Waiting In Line
lazing in a valley of vines
under the summer sunshine
with a bottle of Idyll wine
drank in no time
dandy and sublime
heeds no rhyme
beyond an imaginary climb
along the river of time
that awaits a final line
after life’s closing pantomime
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
fatigued is chorused by hidden mockingbirds
lethargy creeps and crawls over obscure words
tiredness melts blue lines into blurry thirds
weariness distorts shadowy black thoughts
And exhaustion eventually sinks a listing Argonaut
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumband 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” ..
Featured Image Above: My photo of a piece of street-art in Geelong
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) January 2022
Featured Image Above: A painting by, Carole Steven.
Is There More?
Beyond my front door
Will there be more?
When the lights go out
I quietly sit and stare
To see what is out there
Is there more?
Than starlit stairs
And when will I?
Begin the climb
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Featured Image Above: Taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here, with his generous permission.
The Above Photos, are of my courtyard’s Osteospermum’s (Daisies)
Pushing Up Daisies
I am not crazy, nor am I lazy
I am living in a foggy haze
In the middle of this planetary maze
Am I out of phase?
When I say
This world is a dying daisy
I have abandoned my computer desk
A messy digital mirage, so grotesque
And searching the cosmos for a pink moon
Away from this dizzy burlesque
Am I out of phase?
When I say
That out there in the Milky Way
There is another pink moon
Actively interested
In growing yellow daisies
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Crawling Out of a Dark Void” is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers .
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/crawling-out-of-dark-void/
Crawling Out of a Dark Void (Revised)
Falls and crawls, my void is screaming
Glares and stares, my eyes are slowly opening
Clangs and chimes of sirens roaring
Help and kindness of paramedics working
Awakening from a scary darkness
Knowing my dreams are disappearing
Ins and outs of doorways slamming
Shrieks and shrills of voices yelling
Highs and lows of painfully recovering
The difficulties of quietly surviving
Awakening to the renewal of dreaming
Beyond the curtains and screenings
Realizing my life is gradually healing
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Photo by Ivor Steven
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
The morning after
Daylight suddenly became noon
As I hazily forgot
About the midnight moon
That sparkled in a glass of champagne
Stirred by my evening’s silver spoon
Which are now hovering
Under the ceiling fan
Of my slithery room
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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