Sundown

photo by Don MacIver 2010; Tofino. BC

 

Nightfall would yield a weary sun

Cloud’s ample remnants pastel dreams

Adrift o’er a sea of notions

Fading sun upon waters sheen

Beyond the heavens starlight waits

In the darkness of galaxies

Where wishes fall on brilliant stars

Whispered prayers on vacuous winds

 

Tidal riffs atone brighter days

Harmonic in recession

Barefoot tracings on tepid sands

Silent residuum of passage

Breeze of southerly distraction

Canard upon the dusk of days

Spake of tale’s imagination

Darkness of sundown’s surrender

 

Copyright Don MacIver 2012; All Rights Reserved

 

Snowflakes From Heaven

Tinkerbell snowdrops from Heaven would fall

Crystalline petals of feather-soft down

Adrift as faces, names and memories

Song notes lilting on a mandolin wind

A dream of garland and tinsel adorn

Limbs of our momentary existence

Coloured lights shimmer in radiant glow

As moments so treasured illuminate

A distant song of mirth would be carolled

By souls in a jubilate citation

The voice of angels in hymnal rejoice

Resounding glory of a newborn king

Candlelight flickers as the northern star

A distant beacon of our hopes and dreams

Shone ever so bright upon midnight sky

As snowflakes from Heaven would gentle fall

Wishing all dear friends a safe and joyous holiday season

May your days be filled with hope and your nights with snowflake dreams

Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved

Announcement: Publication Release; A Touch of Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘A Touch of Rose‘

ISBN No, 978-0-557-54558-2

Available at Lulu.com , Amazon.com , and Barnesandnoble.com

 

It gives me great pleasure to announce the release of my second book of original works of poetry and prose on this date. The birthing of this book has been a six year labour of love. ‘A Touch of Rose’ is inspired in large part by my loving wife Andrea, for whom this edition has been dedicated. Her unconditional love and acceptance of my passion for writing has been a great motivating factor for me along this literary journey. Her faith to believe in this passion has brought me along this wondrous path which explores the many facets of humanity from romance and relationships to nature and the environment, inspirational and dreams, in tribute and lyrical verse.

It is with great pride that I share this extension of my literary journey with fellow writers and my reading audience. Special thanks are extended to everyone who has been so supportive over the years. The acclaim my writing has received to date has been nothing short of overwhelming.

Following is text found on the back cover of A Touch of Rose:

“Six years in the making, this highly acclaimed compilation of original
works of poetry and prose will touch the heart, mind and soul of the
reader. Timeless writings embrace life and all its givings with themes
ranging from romance and human relationships, nature and the
environment, inspirational and dreams, the human condition, a place
to remember, in tribute and lyrical verse.

Don MacIver, author and poet, resides off the west coast of Canada
on Vancouver Island with his dear wife Andrea. The natural beauty of
their surroundings inspired much of these writings.

The author’s greatest inspiration comes from his life partner Andrea
who has gifted him the greatest treasure of all…her love.
This book is dedicated to Andrea, my rose.”

May long the ink flow, tender quill speak

 

Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved

 

Then & Now; Poetry Through The Ages

The article linked below, as published by Online Accredited Colleges, showcases twenty powerful examples of poetry that any aspiring poet should examine. These original works are penned by authors of historical notoriety through to contemporary writers. Students, the targeted reading audience in this instance, would do well to explore the written works of not only their contemporaries but, critically, authors of more traditional verse who have acquired fame and a historic presence amoung their peers in the literary world. Poetry and prose are a powerful medium that connects their human audience in a diverse ideological and cultural experience that is quite unparalleled by any other genre of writing.

 

Twenty American Poems Every Student Should Know

Just To See You Again; In Memory of Mom

Teardrops From Heaven; A Mother's Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication…a mother dearly missed

Lois Lenore MacIver (nee Pritchard)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Memory of An Angel

Miss You Mom

 

Dear Mom,

I awoke this morning in a rather pensive mood. An emptiness rested upon my soul, a heartache, longing, tearful moments inescapable as I raised myself from sleep.

Sometimes memories work on me like an aggressive cancer, spreading to depths I previously did not know of or dare to go. I feel as though we were separated unjustly, you just slipped away. Not a harsh word you ever spoke nor evidenced by obvious thought…yet the ravages of your illness took you away. So underserved was the sickness that befell you, the cognitive failure, cherished moments in your life lost.

I sit here in the silence of an early dawn, breathless, longing to just see you again. Yes, I have visions of your glowing smile, the laughter you bathed upon tired souls. You cared and you coddled till you had no more. You nurtured, you comforted this child for all your years. Regardless of the times I made you cross, testing your trust, not deserving of your kindness, it was then that you loved me beyond recompense.

And now as I reflect on the time that we had, I am truly touched to the core of my very being. For all that you shared, so little you asked, laying there in final moments in stillness, dream state. For the days that you paused before passing away, comatose, lifeless, so very at peace, I sat by your side with your hand in mine, a mother and son’s affections for perhaps the last time. How painfully hard it was for me to gently release of your hand…all I wanted in those moments was to forever stay.

It is in these moments now that I dearly miss you so. You were my heart and my breath, my vision, my soul. Though our times were filled with kindness and joy, though we shared as no others I still feel the pain. Our separation haunts me this very day and I wish, how I wish just to see you again. I pray that wherever you are and whatever you do you may carry the gift of our love with you. Some day perhaps by your side I will be, our hands clasped in memory, the warmth and energy…transference between a mother and son, a life filled with blessings forever gone.

Life passes by now, an eternity, minutes turn to hours, days into years. In life you inspired the person I am and in your memory I cherish all that you believed. Perhaps in my dreams I will know you are near, my angel and saviour, my reason for being.

I miss you more than words will ever convey….how my heart aches this morning just to see you again.

Love always, your son, your friend.

Love Me That Way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo art by Brent Heighton

 

Footprints trail in vague interpretations

Translate our patio salle de bal danse

An embrace of s’attarder sensuelle

In the shimmer of rains dans les juin

Lips soft in the taste of crocus Saffron

Share a trace of Cabernet sauvignon

Je t’adore when you love me that way

In your voice salivate heart-sounds I hear

 

Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved

Quite Contrary; Heart of Stone

photo c/o Photobucket.com

 

 

…reference by name is strictly fictitious

 

I suppose in context of jilted souls

Ergo, I should preface with ‘Dearest Lane’

My gaze long in the torment of pathos

Your descent from angelic to lowly

In heartlessness you would set me aside

As refuse with animus disregard

Lips smug with invidious pallor spake

With a soul stone cold as Novembers, nay

 

 

In the lure of passions you would excite

With coquettish charms, a heart cold as ice

Contrived affections would uncertain be

The conveyance of my hostility

The warmth of your kiss concealment of foe

As I pandered drunk in your contentment

Your amulet of insidious coy

Mine own ruinous chalice of poison

 

 

Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved

Spill of Tiers; Inner Sanctum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alexander Falls, Callaghan

Valley, Sea To Sky country

near Whistler, British Columbia

photo c/o Google Images

 

 

Mine eyes would draw weary as though to close

In the forenoon of dreary Novembers

Sun’s veil in the slumber-cast of shadow

Upon autumn of past days’ surrender

Drifting in a seamless, soulful caress

As relief of the falls Alexander

Velum of shimmering white water`s mist

The tranquil of inner sanctum of tiers

 

Staged in a placid cataract memory

In the relief of my thought`s unbosom

Flow as the waters of tranquility

Milliseconds pass ad infinitum

Anxieties ebb in soundless chatter

Quittance lo darker actuality

The serenity of my erstwhile being

Reanimate freefall, cascade of tiers

 

Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved

In Remembrance; Our Heroes Coming Home…

photo c/o Google Images

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

By John McCrae, May, 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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COMING HOME

 

Walk amoung us with dignity

For courage and conviction

The pride of distinguished service

On behalf of one people, one nation

 

REMEMBER FALLEN HEROES

 

Lest we forget…of those now gone who rest for all eternity

In our heart and soul these heroes we embrace forever more

Those who fought for life and liberty, lo those who’ll not come home

Those who by their grace and sacrifice gave life that we would live

 

May all good service persons in their resting know that in our hearts

Their courage planted early seeds of faith for all to know

And with our silence toll the bells of victor’s memory

We stand before this blessed wall in tribute to the peace we live

Let us bow our heads in two minutes of silence…

Copyright Don MacIver 2010; All Rights Reserved

Foreplay and Mango; adult content

Caribbean paradise Providencia Island, Columbia; photo c/o Google Images

 

Dawn’s sun played in a pearlescent shimmer

Rays and shadow-cast turquoise brilliance

Coconut palms in lazy surrender

Fallen penumbra silhouette waters

Mountain’s rise o’er the sway of mangrove green

In translucent foreplay of summer winds

Caressing shores of Providencia

White flower midst island butterfly dreams

 

Your rise from silken sheets of mulberry

Gentle in grace as Columbian breeze

Caressing a curtainless window sill

Trace scent of your skin casaba melon

The naked sheer of a camisole lace

Draped in whispers of coitus arousal

Hips sway in the pleasures of island dance

Suggestive gyrations of my awaken

 

Barefoot, you walk upon white sandy shores

Bodice revealing your breast curvature

Toes caress waters in calypso sway

Pulsating as waves of erotic desire

Bathed in the simmer of coconut oil

Fingers’ excitement, erogenous play

As nipples, hardened anticipation

Reveal in the wetness of covering

 

Trembling, I fondle my genitalia

Glistened response to your rhythmic stride

An alluring blend of island reggae

Surging blood swelling upon tempest seas

Crawling straddle, you spread my awaiting

Tongues flutter in frantic dissertation

Erotic witness of mango lingers

Ejaculate utterance consuming

 

Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved