Author: Ivor Steven
I Remember
I remember being a weeping treeI am writing words for everyone to see.I am writing a song for a soul unconsoledAnd singing about my ...Dusty Photos
Dusty photos hang on the wallsWhere reality’s silhouette calls Her spinning wheel, her smile, and her soft handsThey were there first, where the hourglass ...I’m Leaving
I’m leavingThrough that porthole in the cloudsAnd flying away from the maddening crowd I’m avoidingThose tiresome tyrants, Who cover up new blood stains,And drown ...It Is Manuscript Time
Tick-tock, it is manuscript timeMy zine is not in decline Line after lineMy quill slowly winds From the aromatic pinesTo the soothing brine A ...Oh, My Waning Moon
Oh, my waning moon.Where are you?I cannot hear you.My eyes are open,I cannot see you Oh, my waning moon.Where have you gone?I cannot find ...Hungry Crows
Perched, a peaceful pigeon among the hungry crows I was their round table guest, inside a turbulent sky It was a pretentious gathering of friends and ...My Mind is Flying
My mind is flying faster than an arrow These thoughts come and go Sometimes, they flow and glow Other times, they are lost in the undertow ...Is This the Time?
Is this the time?I tell myselfThis is the last timeI put another book on my shelf They stand there like imaginary elvesAnd pretend to ...