Author: Ivor Steven
A Half-Withered Water-Reed
My life was like a half-withered water-reed Swaying alone, in the winter breeze I floated between yellow and brown hues And then I fell into an ocean ...Misplaced in Space
there is inner space and there is outer space I like to travel in both places life is not a race my database is my bookcase I have yet ...Behind Your Mirror
At the local veil sales You will hear me ask “Are you wearing a mask” You, lurking in the back pews Beyond your mirror’s view Waiting to be ...Cracks and Holes
There are cracks on the internet Is there a hole in the alphabet? There are cracks in the ground Is there a hole in the Pound? ...A Beetle Called Bertha
I tip-toe among the little crittersThat wriggle and flitter Along our shared grassy track They like to stop and have a chat And proudly pose for a ...Birds on Fences
What side of the fencedo you sit on?Birds perched on fenceslook down on the earth Birds on fences knowThe grass is not always greeneron ...Let Us Grow
The flowers still stand tall and strongAfter the ghastly stormNot longThey cry, before the bees do swarmAll day they hum the songConform And remain ...On Days Like These
Missing you, like a bee and her hiveLike the sun with no skyMissing you, like the moon of last nightLike a light with no ...Dear Danny (an Epistolary Poem)
Dear Danny, I know your new residence is not far from here. I’m afraid “Here” happens to be the courthouse lockup. Yep! I am ...Every Gilded Ounce
I have given Did I ever give enough? Was there any more to give? I received Every gilded ounce Were her frayed fragments Ever enough What is enough? What is ...
