Connected

My poem today has been inspired by the three photos here on my article … The photos were all taken by Derrick Knight, who kindly allowed me to reproduce them here for my poem “Connected” … You may visit Derrick’s fabulous site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2021/11/19/traffic-control-duties/

Connected

up there

under draconian dark clouds

I see a blue moon rising

gracefully shrouding the horizon

meanwhile

back here

on terra firma

woodland Autumn leaves are

colourfully crowning her mounds

where nature’s

unruffled fauna are found

gratefully grazing upon her

wounded ground

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Cracks in the Dome

Today I read a brilliant poem over on David Redpath’s fabulous site, and I thoroughly recommend that you read his outstanding piece, by clicking on this link >>https://highwaybloggery.com/2021/11/17/welcome-to-the-placebo-dome/

The below poem, is made up from the two comments that I placed on David’s site today.


Cracks In The Dome



I can hear bells ringing from the Placebo Dome

Through the cracks in my wall here at home

And still they are singing the same old anthem

Hollow words of charming wit and blunt sarcasm

Resonating from the dysfunctional meetings in Glasgow

Declaring they have saved the planet from a deadly afterglow




Absurdly, far too ironic

In a town so green and iconic

With their faces all aglow

Ashamed they were too slow

Because there’s not enough dough

Although

The world continues to produce live ammo

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Dwindling (a Haiku)

Featured Image Above: was the inspiration behind my Haiku, thanks to another wonderful photo taken by Derrick Knight, and you can visit his fabulous site by clicking on this link >>https://derrickjknight.com/2021/11/11/before-and-after-sunset-2/

Dwindling (a Haiku)

The sunset subsides

Behind dark clouds there’s a glow

Where light turns to night

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

An Emerald Tapestry

  “Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” ― Leonard Cohen
Featured Image Above: taken from the lookout at the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe, overling the emerald valley …

An Emerald Tapestry

I resumed living last decade

Narrowly surviving gravities finality

Now, I lean against my tower’s balustrade

That overlooks an emerald valley

Echoing from my castle’s balcony

I hear Leonard Cohen’s words about life’s pagentry

Outlining the spiritual tapestry

Of commonality, morality, and vitality

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Hypnotic Jasmine and Aromatic Coffee

On Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is post something just for the fun of it, and their prompt is: Just For Fun. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here . .. And today my poem “Hypnotic Jasmine And Aromatic Coffee” is a fun piece I wrote at the ‘Box Office Cafe’ this afternoon…

Hypnotic Jasmine and Aromatic Coffee

Under a sapphire sky

bathing in purified sun

a cool sea-breeze drifts by

adroitly holding the exotic fragrance

of a hypnotic jasmine blossom

then the cafe’s aromatic coffee

flavours the air

as a tasty apple-slice

awaits to be sacrificed

beyond the pandemic’s vices

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021

Did You Hear The Full Moon Sing?

Featured Image Above: “A Tree-house for Mystical Faeries”(My Title for the photo), taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here with his permission, and again, thank you to Derrick for his kindness and continued support of my poems. Link for Derrick Knight’s site; > https://derrickjknight.com/author/derrickjknight/

Did You Hear The Full Moon Sing?

Yesterday, spring arrived

Last night, a full moon ignited the sky

Today, warmth arose from the earth

Everywhere I walked

Nature stood there bountiful and proud

Everywhere I looked

Nature displayed her colourful shrouds

I saw a glossy black pony

Glowing in the paddock moonlight

And a garden of purple flowers

Bouncing in the sunlight

I saw tree-house sanctuaries

Homes for mystical faeries

And hollowed out logs

Comfy beds for spiders and frogs

Tonight, nature’s mockingbird will sing a lullaby

Tomorrow, the universe will hear no lie or alibi

Ivor Steven (c) October 2021