This Morning, or This Anxious Man

This poem grew from two separate comments I left on Nancy’s site, written almost four weeks apart. Different days, different moods — yet when I revisited them, they seemed to lean toward one another and form a cohesive whole.
Stanzas 1 and 2 came from La Casa Azzurra – The Elephant’s Trunk
and stanzas 3, 4, and 5 from What’s Left Behind – The Elephant’s Trunk


Fresh shoes for familiar paths — proof enough that this man plans on walking a little further yet.

Over at Weekly Prompts,  the weekend challenge is the word “Anxiety”. To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here


This Morning, or This Anxious Man


I woke up this morning,
which is always a good thing —
with blue surrounding my head,
quietly filtering through the blinds
from dawn’s levitating, bright blue sky.

I do not need to ask why
the tranquil colour blue
serendipitously keeps me flying high.

I am who I am.
I’m an old man,
and I do the best I can.

My dreamworld plan
is out of my hands.

I remember how it all began,
and here I am —
between Cannes and scans,
still walking this land.




For the fragments that find each other, the blue mornings, the old roads, and the man who keeps trusting the day ahead.





Ivor Steven ©  August 2026

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

22 thoughts on “This Morning, or This Anxious Man”

  2. Ivor, there it is. Two comments written four weeks apart, two different moods, but they needed each other. They lean toward each other like you do toward that blue morning light.

    “My dreamworld plan is out of my hands.” Yes. And the answer isn’t to fight that. It’s fresh shoes. It’s walking familiar paths with new hope. It’s one more morning.

    You’re still here. Still choosing to go further. That’s everything, my friend. 💙

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  10. Nicely done! The poem is lovely. Your shoes are meant for walking. Keep walking, Ivor, and along the way, enjoy the view. 🙂 Oh, and thank you for sharing with our Anxiety challenge.

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