Vaults And Bookcases

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To keep celebrating my first year of blogging, I’m reposting this poem from June 21st 2017. The actual bookcase (the picture below) was made by dear grandfather, for my 18th Birthday (1969), it stands behind me here in my writing haven, and the beautifully crafted piece is one of most treasured possessions, and a loving reminder of my Poppy.

Vaults And Bookcases

A cool Sunday morning, wearing old brown slippers and warm bedclothes

Looking through my window, and hearing crows singing, I suppose

Sitting here on borrowed chairs, at a homemade table, built by dad

Listening to my music of sorrow, ballads of truth, voices humming so sad

The tunes vibrating softly, from my brothers equipment, quietly in tempo with my pulse

Staring at the tall wooden bookcase, displaying visions from my deepest vaults

The dusty shelves, lined with personal photos, whom I’ve lost and found over the years

Mostly pictures of her, now departed for a while, always engulfing my many fears

And images of family and friends, but they’re all smiling as if nothings wrong

Oh how we mysteriously grin, for that camera pointed at our souls of song

There’s memorabilia, and her little trinkets, all reflecting on my hidden veneer

And unopened dry red wines, dotting the racks, like mirrors of yesteryear

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Ivor Steven (c)  2018

 

Tit Bits #11

My efforts to beat failures go amiss

Someone keeps moving the goal-posts into the mist

I’m misunderstanding what I need to know

I understand what I already Know

I’m misunderstanding why they throw the stones

I understand the hurt of being hit by sharp stones

There’s a loud cheer from the crowd

But who’s listening to my silence now

Silence is deafening

My heart missed a beat

Waiting times are beckoning

My message replete

Telling myself it’s fine to have empty days

I smile to myself, at my misty eyes

They’re welcome emotions now-days

Swelling my heart in forgiving ways

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Freckles And Dark Hair

Weekly Prompts – Your second chance to be creative

This weeks word prompt, Hybrid

 

I’m of mixed origin

Am I a hybrid

An off-spring of my parents

Dad was a red-head with freckles

From Tasmania, a convicts great-grandson

Mum had dark hair and olive skin

A German and Scottish background

She was born in Penang Malaysia

They were worlds apart

The great war shaped their paths

Time and peace brought them together

I’m their hybrid, freckles and dark hair

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

A Writers Aviary

A cold winters morn

Another new dawn

I’m refreshed, I’m alive

I roll myself over

Onto my tummy

Elbows on my pillow

The curtains are open

Gazing out the window

Through the leaves and red flowers

Of my Jazzi Bougainvillea

My courtyard’s looking homely

A havens scenery

My forest fernery

Full of natures greenery

I’m feeling cosy and dreamy

Comfy in my writers aviary

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Natures Decor

A fernery I’ve built

My place of serenity and relaxation

A display of natures décor

Tree ferns from the forest

Silver Lady and Leatherleaf ferns

Creating a bower garden

Of magical colours

Deep purple, emerald and gold

 

The stunning glossy Xanadu

Stands protecting

Graceful stems of my plant called Hope

And the smiling Mona Lavender

The small Zebrina waves gently in the breeze

Caressing the glowing metallic Burgundy Lace

The princess of my fernery watches from above

She’s a radiant red Dragon Wing Begonia

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Random

Weekly Prompts – Your second chance to be creative. A Photo Challenge, this weeks prompt is Random. RANDOM.

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Their Plane’s bogged, in a paddock on the Indonesian island of Sumatra 1919

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Keith Smith and Ross Smith, on their heroic flight from London to Darwin, in the Vickers Vimy aircraft. Winning the England to Australia air-race 1919, taking 28 days !!

The photos were taken by grandfather, Leopold Meyer.