This is a poem I originally wrote a few years ago, during a time of hospitalisation, and I was undergoing numerous medical examinations.... Today I've revised this edition slightly, but the theme of poem still seems to be relevant, for my current anxieties during these oppressing months of Lockdown...   Drifting Sand Dunes (Revised)   … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Drifting Sand Dunes, by Ivor Steven

Well Preserved   Our backyard was like paradise, in my childhood Kids would meet here, from all around the neighbourhood Room enough to kick a footy, and play cricket There was a great peppercorn tree to climb, and a huge berry thicket Also large fruit trees, peaches, apricots and pears I remember the loganberry vine, … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Well Preserved, by Ivor Steven

A poem I wrote back in August 2017, and with our present situation of having to wear a protective face cover, my little piece of mystery sc-fi, seems to be appropriate for today....   Mask   Behind my shield A secret hides The mask in the mirror Isn't my image Just a shadow A veneer, … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Mask, by Ivor Steven

  During these times of lockdown and isolation, not seeing our, love ones, families and friends, is definitely very wearing within our distant hearts..... Here's a poem I originally wrote in October of 2014, and the words now seem very appropriate for the current pandemic situation....   Within Us   The oceans wave us goodbye. … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Within Us, by Ivor Steven.

This morning, like most of my starts to a new day, I open up my WordPress reader, and proceed to read Derrick Knights wonderful WP site    [https://derrickjknight.com/2020/07/14/keeping-its-balance/ ]     … This morning the above enchanting photo of his, immediately captured my imagination (of how the young foal was balancing upon the ground)… and inspired … Continue reading Balance, by Ivor Steven

  Over the last two weeks I’ve had the pleasure of observing a creative piece  of street-artwork evolving on a corner shop wall, at nearby the ‘Box Office Cafe’, where I like to enjoy a coffee and cake…  The wonderful painting/artwork, by Kristen Walsh; FineArt, inspired me to write this little poem.   A Brick … Continue reading A Brick Wall Comes Alive, by Ivor Steven

I wrote the original of this poem a long time ago, but I presented the piece on my blog site on July 2017.... I've submitted the poem a couple of times for publication, but alas the piece has yet to be published... maybe 'it's time' to give this poem another try...   It’s Time   … Continue reading Throwback Friday, It’s Time, by Ivor Steven

A poem for my Dad today.. (d. July 3rd 2015) G’day dear readers, today's poem appears in the Chapbook “Sailing In The Wind”. The book is the result of an Ekphrastic Writing Workshop at Boom Gallery here in Geelong, September 2018. Waiting Time   I’m a time-traveler on a mission Waiting for a personal vision An … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Waiting Time, by Ivor Steven

Here's a poem I wrote in August 2018, and during these present days of isolation, the words seem appropriate enough for me to republish them here today...   If Only Walls Could Talk   It’s true you know Walls can talk So I’ve been told By a beautiful rose You’ll have to listen Listen very … Continue reading Throwback Friday, If Only Walls Could Talk, by Ivor Steven

I wrote this poem in February 2018.... Not to be taken too seriously, as the images are from quite a vivid dream/nightmare, that I had experienced at the time....   Rabbit Stew And Broken Plates   Have you ever had that weird dream Where you can't see beyond the silver-screen Greyness is black and red … Continue reading Throwback Friday, Rabbit Stew and Broken Plates, by Ivor Steven