Another sunrise And my red rose has wilted I knew she could not stay Although I sacredly Stood her in holy water Nurturing her fading life As I watched her weep Petals, one by one Weaken and fall Anointing her finality Leaving a barren stem Sturdy and alone Reciting eulogies About a lost Autumn flower … Continue reading Red Rose Sunset – Ivor Steven

My time is slowly passing. Age is creeping, not lasting. I’m frail and growing older. My body shivers when it’s colder. And sweats like hell, in the heat. My mind is feeble and weak. I don’t seem to remember. Whether it’s March, April, or September. Here I sit, what am I doing. There I look, … Continue reading Not Here Nor There – Ivor Steven

My poem was entirely inspired by Michnavs, and her poem and article from her post … “My Saga Continuous” “My Saga on my awareness campaign against Violence continuous as i explore the possible reasons why abused women chose to stay in an abusive relationship.” If you would like to read her post, please feel free … Continue reading Back To Her Man – Ivor Steven

Above, the Featured Image, is a photo of our impressive Geelong Library, I was there this morning receiving my monthly nourishment of shared poetry readings, a gathering of fellow Geelong Writers poet members, and a meeting that truly enhances my love of poetry…. I’ve been slowly recovering And calmly re-discovering Joyful nourishment for my soul … Continue reading Nourishment – Ivor Steven

The music of Abbey Road is playing Here I sit in Union Street listening And there is something in the air Sounds of words with honest flare The Open Mic, poetry night Again, at the Valhalla Bar site The attendance, was a small downer A cold winter storm, dampened evening goers But the enthusiastic gathering … Continue reading There Is Something In Air – Ivor Steven