Sunflower Seeds (a Tanka)

Over at Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge for May is:  Mellow Yellow. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . Below is my “Tanka” response to their ‘Colour Prompt’ ..

Sunflower Seeds (a Tanka)

Blue skies were mellow

Fields were peaceful and yellow

Sunflowers grew free

Then foreign tanks squashed their seeds

On tomorrow’s scarred harrows

Ivor Steven (c) May 2022

Beyond Crickets And Mushrooms

Autumn has been dry and warm

And the earth remains cracked

Providing cosy homes for the field critters

The brown crickets are thriving

And hopping along shared tracks

Innocently dancing there

Beyond the murdering arms of war

Mushrooms are sprouting on the verges

Stoically poised on stumpy stems

Under sheltering white caps

Nature’s nutritional ground fruit

Innocently standing there

Beyond the murdering arms of war

Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Sharpen Those Pencils

“As a poet, sometimes we confuse ourselves, Trying to create ashes, instead of fire ” – Loenard Cohen

I wrote this poem for “Go Dog Go Cafe’s , Make It Happen Thursday”, please go over and visit our fabulous site by clicking >> Here

Sharpen Those Pencils

I like to write with a HB lead pencil
I enjoy the earthy feel of wood in my fingers
And the soft touch of carbon upon paper

During sharpening time, my mind ponders
About the origins of those timber shavings
And the history behind the carbon slithers
These tiny trival objects all evoke thoughts
Then the thoughts instigate words in my mind
And simply like that, my writing process begins

I never retire without my note-pad nearby
And a lead pencil as my trusty writing scribe
Sometimes heavy, other times light
A necessary sword to fight off a dark night

Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

We Do Not Need Darker Skies

Wandering over shadowless ground

Did you notice too?

The clouds loomed darker this morning

And their bleakness was edging closer

Have they lost their way too?

Did you notice?

The birds sounded sadder this morning

They were not singing their awakening tunes

Actually! Where have all the birds gone

Have they fled from home too?

Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Throwback Friday, Day Lily and Love, by Ivor Steven

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During the month of February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, and my poem today was originally written in February 2018

Day Lily and Love

Upon my pillow I sleep

Good morning, I do peek

From the cushion of my dreams

To my garden’s radiating beams

Blushing red hues, oh so bright

You bloom during the night

After cuddling the dew

You open up your scenic view

Flowering, standing proud and steep

Perfection at my feet

A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove

And by sunlight, you air your love

Ivor Steven (c) February 2018

Have We the Backbone? 

Are we ever going to change? 

Our attitudes 

Are we ever going to open our eyes? 

To the faded colour of our sky 

Are we clever enough to hear? 

The distress of nature’s sounds 

Are we brave enough to declare? 

The truth within our hearts 

When will it be safe enough to feel? 

Stardust between our toes 

Have we a strong enough backbone? 

To unload all the foolish gold 

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022


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I am slippery like an eel

I slide among the field

My mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze

Or I can be warm as toast

Sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

Not easy to see, but ready to please

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Rebirth the Blossom

Understanding our time

Is no easy rhyme

After self-destruction

There is resurrection

After the fall

There is winter and spring

After the blossom

There is fruit to eat

After last years sour feast

There is nature’s regeneration

At our feet

After the cycle repeats

Can our dirty clouds be revived?

To rebirth our wheat

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Pure White Gold

On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..

Pure White Gold

we all have our worth

here on mother earth

the apple I ate today was pure white

did I do wrong, or was I right?

to have that unadulterated bite

knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight

it is a crying shame

that our dreams are not all the same

who is to blame

for this loveless game

please give us some hope

so we may live to cope

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022