A Universe Above The Sky

Walking in the rain

Wearing water-logged boots

I am dodging millipedes

And hopping over puddles

With the footpath crickets

I see a universe above the sky

As the liquid clouds

Drop their weight

Upon my empty hands

Filling them with verses

Of memories and rhymes

Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Do Snails Go To The Ballet? is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine this week …

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Do Snails Go To The Ballet?”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers >>

Do Snails Go To The Ballet?

Beyond our birthplace
Life is not a race
We all have our own pace
Within our own carapace

On my garden pathway
A snail was towing his chalet
I knelt there beside his showy beret
To watch his powerfully moving display
Of carrying his house everyday
I inquired about his homely sleigh
And asked, had they ever traveled to the ballet?

Ivor Steven (c) February 2022