I’m Almost Home (a Haiku)



I’m Almost Home (a Haiku)




Could the stars be right

That life is almost perfect

Tonight’s moon agrees






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Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Off-white

Featured Image Above: ‘Mushrooms’ taken by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for allowing me reproduce his photos here on my poetry site.
>> https://derrickjknight.com/2022/11/02/ibsley-ford/
Special Announcement: Today I have a “Copy” of “Our” new book Perceptions for me to proofread on the weekend


Off-white


White moon and white mushrooms

White doggie and white clouds

Here my writer’s world is a chromatic lamplight

After the passing of my gracious Aphrodite


Now I dream tonight

About the earth’s broken stalactites

And how the atmosphere is turning a sickly off-white

Like a grubby plastic skylight


Now with foresight

My tethered “Itmims” craft is ready and watertight

And awaits her saviours next spaceflight




“Itmims” Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space








Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Fiery Pearls and an Ambient Eye

This weekend, at Weekly Prompts the challenge word is: Focus. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … and below is my response to their prompt; Focus …



Fiery Pearls and an Ambient Eye



“Since I don’t believe in anything 

I can pretend about everything” … (anonymous)


The stars are the universe’s fiery pearls

And when smoke falls into my eyes 

Her fading ashes singe my heart




The silver moon is my world’s ambient eye

And when my mind falls out of focus

His silvery beams enlighten my soul






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Silent Moon

The Wednesday Challenge from “Weekly Prompts is: QUIET . Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here. .. and the poem “Silent Moon” is my response their prompt



Silent Moon


Hello!

Is anybody out there?

Watching our universe

Spinning in reverse

Am I the only one in town?

Whirling around upside down


Hello!

Is anybody listening?

To our guiding star

Playing accoustic guitar

Or am I just a lonely old moon?

Waiting to be serenaded by a lunar tune

Resonating through the universe

Singing a hallelujah verse





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Pink Moon


My “Moon” poems have been shining for 10 days now, and today “Pink Moon” is the final poem in my series of “Moon Poems”, which coincides with Holloween tonight …And this piece I wrote in April this year..

Pink Moon




Beyond the shimmering sand

And a comforting hand

A gracious spirit is in command

Wandering along life’s deviations

Are not treasonous reactions

A change of mindset to the left of centre

May create a mystical adventure

Tonight there shines a super-moon

Bring a bowl, cream, and spoon

And share in the sweetness of pink moonbeams

That revive lost souls and sanction forgotten dreams





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

A Slithery Moon

Well readers, here I go again, another “Moon” poem …I hope you are still enjoying my moon theme week ….

A Slithery Moon


Sunday softy sings

Undone on the wind

For a drowning underling


Tiredness creeps in

Church bells ring

For more silent writings


Numbness drops a teaspoon

Eyes close for the afternoon

Awaiting a slithery moon





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021.

A Slithery Moon

Hi readers and followers, today I am re-posting another “Moon”poem, but here in this introspective piece (March 2021), the moon seems to be slipping away from me …

A Slithery Moon


Sunday softy sings

Undone on the wind

For a drowning underling


Tiredness creeps in

Church bells ring

For more silent writings


Numbness drops a teaspoon

Eyes close for the afternoon

Awaiting a slithery moon





Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

A Midday Moon


Hello readers and followers, … my “Moon” poem theme continues today with a repost from September 2019, and I hope you are all enjoying my collection of “Moonolgues”



A Midday Moon


Surprise, surprise, up there in the sky

Hidden by the glare, of noon’s golden eye

I saw the moon, being cradled by the midday sun

There, glowing like a silver button

As hundreds of human’s passed me unawares

I was staring in wonderment, at our worlds brightest stars

The sun’s white ray’s, wore soft gloves of silk

And the moon was like a baby, enjoying mother’s milk

A chance of a lifetime I captured

Our sun and moon’s moment of embracing rapture







Ivor Steven (c) September 2019