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
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 >>
https://coffeehousewriters.com/snails-go-to-ballet/
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
Hoot, listen and learn
The old wise owl said sternly
Hoot, then he adjourned
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
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