A poem I wrote in early February 2019, while recovering from my third stroke. I have slightly revised a few words, and altered the title – originally “Time and the Sea”
Time In A Turbulent Sea
My time, weeks, days, and hours have gone
My time, between one procedure and the next
Time to explore this healing castle
Time to write about realities and dreams
Time to chat to eager listeners
Time to observe the people living within
Time to think about the world’s problems
Time to visualise pictures of tomorrow
I am not a patient in his bed
I am free-standing and waiting instead
I am a walking and talking local poet
I am not allowed to vacate the site
They want me near, to study my plight
They want me here, to secure my bed
They need me near, to look into my mind
They need me here, so I am easy to find
Solstafir – Midaftann, Translated Lyrics
Mid-Evening
Now I have come home
After a journey on the deep seas.
The wave was so high,
The saltiness ate everything up.
I drowned in a black hole,
I pulled at the hand of death.
So high, it was so high,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon high in the sky,
And the moon lighted a path, yes the moon lighted a path.
So high, so high, wave of the sins, wave of the sins.
Missing you, like a bee and her hive Like the sun with no sky Missing you, like the moon of last night Like a light with no sight Between the rain and the pain Between my veins and the chains Between the waterfall and the pond Between my heart and the beyond Missing you, like a swallow with no breeze Like a whale with no sea Missing you, Like a man with no land Like a beach with no sand Between the winds and the waves Between the flowers of your towers Between the river and the broken levee Between the eclipse and your lips Missing you, like the universe with no dark Like the strings in a harp Missing you, my one true love You, a dove soaring above Missing you, like a mother and her child I, a lonely child in the wild
Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing poetry for 20 years. He has had numerous poems published in anthologies, and on-line magazines. He has 2 self-published books, “Tullawalla” and “Perceptions”. and is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member/barista with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and also a newly appointed writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America).
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “On Days Like These”, whch is an Assonance style of 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/on-days-like-these/
A poem from before my Tullawalla booklets, before I began my blog/website, before I had a computer, before I had a typewriter, and when I wrote my words with a 2HB pencil into a blue line exercise book. I do not have an exact date for the poem, but the piece was probably written during early 2003.
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Every Gilded Ounce”, 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/every-gilded-ounce/
This poem from 7 days ago, is one that I wrote in 10 minutes, while attending a “Writing Circle” meeting, hosted by the talented and gracious, Ali Grimshaw … If you are interested in attending one of her fabulous online “Zoom Sessions”, you can visit her site by clicking on this link >> https://flashlightbatteries.blog/
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