Evaluating Her Moon

This week’s Word Prompt is: EVALUATE. Please click >>HERE, to visit the Weekly Prompt’s fabulous site…

Evaluating Her Moon

I’m evaluating her moon, that flooded my heart, when I tried to find her heaven

Calmly relaxing here now, below a morning moon, in my verandah writing haven

Finally feeling warm and comfortable, and spring is in the air

My outdoor speakers are resonating my musical flair

Listening to Norwegian singer, Sivert Hoyem

His voice, delivers a deep melodic rhythm

The former lead man of Madrugada

And I’m writing a Haiku, to ease my hysteria

Spring In Australia

Chilly morning moon

Wakening to clear blue sky

A warm day beckons

My Word Vault

I was at my local library yesterday, and it occurred to me, that I’ve been visiting the same quaint little library for over fifty five years…. !! And from those thoughts and many memories, I wrote this Haiku.

Haiku:  My Word Vault 


All my soulful words

Lay within your open vaults

Where my dreams began


Above Photos: My little Geelong West Library          The spectacular Geelong City Library


Ivor Steven (c)  September 2019


This weekend on photo challenge the Weekly Prompts is. Size Matters.

Hello my dear readers, sorry  that I’m a bit silent this weekend, and maybe for the next few days as well, I’m not feeling the best, hopefully I’ll be back to my happy self soon… xx

Haiku:  Timeless

The size of our soul
Inside the beat of our heart
That is what matters


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019

Rain Again

Sunday morning and the cold rain is still falling from the sky. Looks like our wet winter began way back in May, however despite the freezing weather, I’m dressing-up in my winter woollies and venturing out again today…… and I graciously accept this is our fate for the next few days, as I continue participate in life, in every-way, of everyday….   Below I’ve re-posted some of my wintry  poems and Haiku’s that I’ve recently written……


Rain In May


The day is one of rain.

Washing streets of thoughts down the drain.

Cleansing the stains.

Flooding the silence again.

The day is dismal and grey.

Drowning the sun, it begun in May.

Many years full of dismay.

Pouring rain’s, here to stay



Cold Rain


Time’s, I played in rain

Today I worked in the cold

Wet and shivering

Autumn’s fat rain drops

Have lost their warmth and softness

Winter’s hard as ice


Haiku: Winter Rain


Chilling winter rains

Heavy big drops of coldness

Spread by icy winds


Haiku: Hail And Sun


Hail slaps the pavement

Bitumen puddles shimmer

Winter sun bursts through


Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019


Haiku: Shadows


Her lone silhouette

Forever etched in the stars

Shadows of my heart


Lyrics, Oh Undone, By Lisa Hannigan

Oh undone in a thundering spring came out swinging
The bell rightful ringing the tune
Oh ubbiddle that little and my heart comes apart
The sun on the morning moon
Oh untied with a sigh underneath the blue sky
Oh why do I do like I do?
Unmade like a bed
Unpinned like a thread
Oh easily led, oh undone

Oh undone in a lumbering Saturday sun
I’m a castaway thrown overboard
Oh unreasonably free now and seasonably green
I feel I could swim to shore
Oh unused to the truth
Don’t I bruise like a fruit
Oh do like you do to someone
Unmade like a bed
Unpinned like a thread
Oh easily led, oh undone

Oh undone in a thundering spring came out swinging
The song I am singing down low
Oh unsettled I get all I want in the haunting
While I sleep in the snow
Oh unravelled I have all I need and I see
I reap what I water and sow
Unmade like a bed
Unpinned like a thread
Oh easily led

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019