A Writer’s Wondrous World Watchfully Waits Where Wisdom Willingly Wanders Within Wizardry Walls

Today I am revisiting this post from 3 months ago, … I really liked the articles overall Presentation and pizzazz

This poem is made up of four separate comments that I have written on my fellow blogger’s articles.
The Title: Lori >> https://ecopoetic.wordpress.com/
First Stanza: Claudia >> https://humoringthegoddess.com/
Second Stanza & Finale Stanza: Colleen >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/


A Writer’s Wondrous World Watchfully Waits Where Wisdom Willingly Wanders Within Wizardry Walls




Once upon a midnight 

After visiting Poe’s Raven site 

My dark dreary nightmare took flight 

And left me with a fluttering sprite


Over the many years of self-doubt 

There is now no doubt 

I have learned to strive beyond doubt 

And accept my worthiness without doubt


Within us there is a small piece of air

Available for our soul to give and share

However most of our soul is there

For our self-love and self-care





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Ivor Steven ©  August 2022

My Marathon’s Goal




The winter sun sets

Over my oldest day

I tick off another year

My sister reminds me

“Twenty years to go

to equal Dad’s Ninety-one”


“Is that achievable?”

I ask myself

“No harm in trying”

I tell myself


Carole’s Dad also reached Ninety-One

This is my marathon’s goal

“To walk around the moon

on my way to touching the stars”






Ivor Steven (c) July 20th 2022

Bloody Tears, Bloody History



Can you hear the ghosts of Sunday?

“Sunday, Bloody Sunday”


From your distant country’s

On the edge of peace and tranquility

Within your rural trees of serenity


Beyond invisible borders of rivalry

Between oblivious inequality

From the old schoolyard bully

Overseeing an avoidable atrocity


Again another “Sunday, Bloody Sunday”

How can they forget history so quickly?



Love is Not Declined 

 

My internal battle is never ending  

Neither won nor lost 

My opponent is my ghost 


I forgive with the morning dew 

And my regrets are few 


There is two breaths in every moment  

The first one kisses our heart 

The second breath caresses our soul


 

True love is hard to find  

And impossible to define 

When found, be exceedingly kind 

Love can spellbind your mind 

But blindly, love is not declined 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Ex Comes Before Why 


Do you get caught staring? 

At an unknown person 

Who returns your stare 

With an angry glare 


Sorry! 

I was daydreaming 

Inside an empty vortex 

You were not in there 

Nor next


 

My vacant gaze 

Was mindlessly waiting 

For my sparkling mirage 

To turn into Cinderella’s carriage 


Or am I? 

The next ex 

Before the why 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

A Buzzing Chime



It’s the devil in me

The curiosity of a buzzing bee

I just had to see

Your words of poetry


Writing is a conundrum

Your quill keeps attuning the drum

A humming note on every blue line

Do not worry if your rhythm is not in time

I only need to hear the chiming of your rhyme

To understand your journey’s resounding climb






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Words to You

I wrote to you

You wrote to me



Your words turned to scrawl

Eyes began to call

A crack crept down the wall

You stood on the rubble so tall


We let the dust settle

Heated up the Kettle

Had a cuppa and a silent chat

Light flows back, through the crack


Words were our pearls

Writing is my world






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Dear Emily

The featured imaged above is photo I took today, because coincidently, I happen to be reading a book of Emily Dickinson’s poems … and thank you to my neice Kerri, (a graphic design artist) for cleverly enhancing the image, so as to make the words legible .. (my original photo was deplorable due to bright reflections from the midday sun)




Dear Emily


Your mystical words speak to me

About yesteryear

And beyond today

Where smiles and dimples

Live within bandaged moments

Of my soul


Your book describes the universe

From Celestial lists

To below nature’s dome

Where birds and butterflies

Live within unruffled moments

Of the sky


Your worldly wisdom fills my dreams

From babbling brooks

To mountainous oceans

Where imagination flows freely

And lives within loving moments

Of my heart





Ivor Steven (c) December 2021

A Sunday Dream

Featured Image Above: has been cropped from the photo below, which was taken by Derrick Knight, and again I sincerely thank Derrick for allowing me to reproduce his photos here, in conjunction with my poems. You may visit his fabulous site by clicking on this link
>> https://derrickjknight.com/






A Sunday Dream




did you hear the stars sing last night?

no

neither did I

did you see the sun cry at dawn?

no

neither did I

did you hear the bells ring this morning?

no

neither did I

did you feel the earth sigh today?

no

neither did I


there is you, I, and why

why cannot they see the sky?

why do they always lie?

why do they not cry?






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021