The World Could Be Falling Downhill

The “Weekly Prompts” Weekend Challenge is – Hillside .. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here .. And the poem below is my reponse to their prompt …



The World Could Be Falling Downhill





I was walking in yesterday’s deluge

up a steep moldy hillside

Talking to my fading shadow

That was stalking deep puddles

While I was balking today’s thunderbolts



My knees were knocking in fright

and my hips were like, a rocking Noah’s Ark

hawking leftover manure in the dark



Nature’s mocking the world full of old lonely hearts

And blocking this year’s already drowning restart








Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Almost There

Almost There

 

So I Say Hello to you

I turned away from you

After almost six weeks

Of this harrowing streak

It’s been no stroll in the park

Resting here in the semi dark

The painful knives have been withdrawn

The headaches have almost retired

I’m almost well enough

To enjoy Christmas with family

And by the start of two thousand and twenty

I’ll be almost here, I’ll be almost me again

So I say hello to you

And wish you a happy and healthy festive season

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Dec 2019

Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun

 

 

I went to my favourite lunch-spot today, the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. I have not walked that far (the weather has been dismal), since I’ve been home from my trip to Philadelphia. Surprisingly I handled the long walk reasonably well. Then I sat down for a coffee and a piece of tasty blue-berry cheese cake. The winter sun was gorgeous, out on the outdoor balcony, and I happily “observed” a pair  of Weebill birds, as I continued to write this poem(Below). Also attached, a few photos from my pleasant afternoon observations……

The Weekly Word Prompt is: >>  Observation  << click to view their site.

 

 

Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun

 

I’ve no more secret words of sorrow

Only old lines I’ve borrowed

I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet

The pages were tattered, like grandma’s cookbook

Torn recipes, out of last century’s Gideon’s bible

Of a tongue, ancient and tribal

Shadowy scriptures that now appear outdated

Erased from my sacred tablet

Years of love and dreams desecrated

Thrown away, but prudently not wasted

My road ahead is now cleared of black snow

The night is not always black, you know ?

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 2019

My Music, This Morning

To my  fabulous cousins in Philadelphia (and young Kerri)…. three songs of the ages, by the fantastic Tom Waits, and I think ” Waltzing Matilda” was one of Aunty Madge’s fav’s ….

 

 

I hope you all enjoy my song choices this morning, with a tear or two (I am too) see you ‘mob’ soon, April 29th !!! ((Hugs and Kisses, coming your way))    ……..

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

Walk The Walk

In response to The Weekly Photo Prompt, this weeks prompt is: Walking

I’m on a walking program to get fit for my trip to New York at the end of April. I’ve joined a walking group, via WordPress, the other members live in America, we call ourselves the “Turbo Snails”, and I’ve installed a “step counter app”, on my phone. The aim of the group is to walk every day, and record how many steps we have done, and gradually increase the steps per day, over a weekly period. My first two weeks(almost) have been steady and my progress seems to be increasing. I shall take my chart to my physiotherapist on Monday. The main priority, is for me to consistently undertake the daily walk, and naturally the step count will increase over time. As wobbly as I am, the first two weeks has been a pleasant success, in the context of my progress made so far !! , a total of 27,530 steps…. and on January 1st, that amount seemed an impossible target… I was then struggling to step out of the house…

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Ivor Steven (c)  2019