Pushing Up DaisiesĀ 

Featured Image Above: Taken by, Derrick Knight, and reproduced here, with his generous permission.

The Above Photos, are of my courtyard’s Osteospermum’s (Daisies)



Pushing Up Daisies 


I am not crazy, nor am I lazy 

I am living in a foggy haze 

In the middle of this planetary maze 

Am I out of phase?  

When I say 

This world is a dying daisy 


I have abandoned my computer desk 

A messy digital mirage, so grotesque 

And searching the cosmos for a pink moon 

Away from this dizzy burlesque 


 

Am I out of phase? 

When I say 

That out there in the Milky Way

There is another pink moon 

Actively interested 

In growing yellow daisies 






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

Mankind’s Dirty Hands

My poem today is based on a poetic ‘comment’ that I wrote on the “Chatter Blog’s” site, after reading her interesting article. For those who follow Colleen’s site, would agree that all of her posts are thought provoking and interesting, and you may visit her article by clicking on this link >> https://bikecolleenbrown.wordpress.com/2021/12/29/hasnt-been-back/



Mankind’s Dirty Hands



I am an ancient oak tree

leaning against the prevailing breeze

the winds of time have shaped me

after blowing my disguise into the sea


now here I stand

a lifeless shadow

of leafless branches

within nature’s naked forest

waiting for mankind’s dirty hands

to stop the desert sands

from ravaging the last strands

of what remains hanging over our land





Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

A Sunday Dream

Featured Image Above: has been cropped from the photo below, which was taken by Derrick Knight, and again I sincerely thank Derrick for allowing me to reproduce his photos here, in conjunction with my poems. You may visit his fabulous site by clicking on this link
>> https://derrickjknight.com/






A Sunday Dream




did you hear the stars sing last night?

no

neither did I

did you see the sun cry at dawn?

no

neither did I

did you hear the bells ring this morning?

no

neither did I

did you feel the earth sigh today?

no

neither did I


there is you, I, and why

why cannot they see the sky?

why do they always lie?

why do they not cry?






Ivor Steven (c) December 2021