Standing On the Edge of Time

December is here and the final monthly colour challenge for 2022 at Weekly Prompts is – Pinkish. Please go over and visit their fabulous by clicking >> HERE

Featured Image Above; ‘Weird/Wonderful’, a painting by Geelong Artist Wendy Ratawa, which was this weeks Geelong Writers Inc. Ekphrastic Photo Prompt, that subsequently inspired my colourful poem.

Standing On the Edge of Time


Am I dreaming

Sprawled across Saturn’s rainbow rings

Wishing

I was there

On the edge of Jupiter’s

Multicoloured volcanoes

Observing the chromatic universe

Through my kaleidoscopic eyes


I am here

Standing on the edge of time

Above Tower Hill’s dormant crater

Overlooking a picturesque valley

Of blue lakes and

Multicoloured forests









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Ivor Steven (c) December 2022

Beyond the Sky (Prose Poetry), is in this week

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Beyond the Sky (Prose Poetry)”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/beyond-the-sky-prose-poetry/

Beyond the Sky (Prose Poetry)

Today I traveled to the stars and touched the outer limits of the universe’s Milky Way. There, I opened a magical storybook that had traversed the mysteries of my bedazzled mind.
My unravelled visions were impelled by a strong solar storm originating in the Atlantic Ocean, from beyond the windswept Isle of Wight. Then within my perceptive mind. those dreams cautiously touched down on the curiously tranquil waters of Geelong’s windswept Corio Bay.






Ivor Steven (c) November 2022

Beyond the Sky


Today I have been proofreading my copy of “Perceptions”, and to break-up the tedious task of proofreading, I wrote this metaphorical poem about reading the book.


Beyond the Sky


Today I traveled to the stars

And touched the outer limits

Of the universe’s Milky Way

There, I opened a magical storybook

That had traversed the mysteries

Of my bedazzled mind



There, my unraveled visions were impelled

By a strong solar storm

Originating in the Atlantic Ocean

From beyond the windswept Isle of Wight

Then finally, my distant dreams

Cautiously touched down

On the curiously tranquil waters

Of Geelong’s windswept Corio Bay








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

I Wish, I Was Green, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Wish, I Was Green”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-wish-i-was-green/

I Wish, I Was Green  

  
At 3.00 am, I wish again  
For the harsh sands of time  
To soften, after last night’s misty rain 
 

I wish, to learn something new every day  
Sometimes I did not remember what I wished for  
But I know every dawn beholds a new horizon  
  

I wish, the weathered trees themselves
Would rekindle my stolen dreams
And turn them into a forest of eternal green

I wish, my every fallen leaf
To be waiting there
At the top of my stairs









Ivor Steven ©  September 2022

One More Spoonful

On Weekly Prompts this weekend, the challenge word Glimmer. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here And is a poem I wrote back in January, that I thought to be suitable piece for the prompt …

Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and 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” ..





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) September 2022

The Last Chicane (Revised) 

“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …





The Last Chicane (Revised)


 

I have been climbing every rung 

Even the broken ones unsung 

I have played every sad song 

Even when the words were wrong 


I saw my bird fly away 

Even though her nest stays here today 

I have praised my swan’s eternal fight 

Even through her turbulent flights 


I am listening to the bells chiming 

Even above lyrics that are not rhyming 

I am beginning to flutter my wings again 

Even after missing the last chicane 

I am preparing for the next equestrian 

Even though I am a lost pedestrian 






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

A Nomad (Revised)

A poem I originally wrote in July 2019, and today I am posting this revised version.



A Nomad (Revised)


I’m writing a letter to yesterday’s nomad

The drifter of my dreams, alone and sad

My nomad’s world is flowing wider

Broken trees floating on a flooding river


These empty words, today seem drier

The receding waters, now a wet season’s Indian giver


This final message, I falsely send

We shake hands, smile, our eyes pretend

My heart sinks, my nomad boards the next boat

Noah’s ark departs, I walk home, alone, in my raincoat






Ivor Steven (c)  September 2022

Out There, Right Now






Hobbling along

A tear sodden path

I stumble

Beneath heavy morning clouds


Shaken

I feel the shadow

Of her unfortunate life

Pass over me

From beyond the atmosphere

Of this disheartening world


Out there, somewhere

In our universe

Her eternal star

Somehow, right now

Illuminates my soul






Ivor Steven (c) August 2022

Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)

A nightmarish hypothetical poem and some of the words are from comments I made on Bart’s and Sadje’s recent posts .. > https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2022/07/15/fraiku-first-lights/
.. > https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/07/13/one-liner-strength/

Featured Image: Photo from the JWST


Towards the Dark (my Nightmare)


One day soon 

After mining the earth dry 

There will no more rubies 

No more diamonds in the sky


Will our silver spoons

Ever stop digging

Towards the dark side of our moon


 

Tonight, we do not need

Our world to be darker



We can learn to survive 

When life teaches us 

The value of being alive






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022