Wondering And Wandering
So early, on this cold summers day.
A gloomy morn, grey clouds reflect the way.
No desire to arise, come what may.
An empty bed, here I could stay
Sad and alone, wondering I pray.
Would love find home, while wandering astray.
Ivor Steven.
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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.
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Nice one Ivor!!
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Ivor likes to be nice. β‘
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I think heavy grey clouds are made for reflecting.
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A very old poem, ah, them old grey clouds. Carole had to be moved to a bedroom for herself and all her special needs. It was all so very strange, so hard to explain about life throughout all those 30 years. I suppose my words are a 30 year story/journey β‘
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Your devotion is very endearing Ivor. I’ve been very lucky to see that kind of devotion. It is inspiring. I’m happy Carole had you. I bet she was very happy about it too.
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She always had such a big smile for me, every day, every morning despite the suffering, haha, lots more of those words from Ivor’s archives to come β’β’
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I look forward to them Ivor. π
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Beautiful. Warm. Open. Exposed. Pure. Hopeful.
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Tricia, “OH GOD”, you’ve read so many of my poems, feeling quite humbled. If you have the time, a few of my earlier posts are some of my personal favorites, This Lost Shadow, Haven’t Seen You For A While, Where’s That Dream, and I think you might enjoy Waterways, Cheers β‘β‘
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π Ok. I was working my through to the earlier work, but I got sleepy. I’m in NYC so it was past midnight.
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Thanks for reading my words, and do write from soul quite unabridged, glad you understand my poems β‘β‘
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Reflecting. Expressive.
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Some days are made for staying in bed exploring the dream in our heads! π
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I thought you’d like it
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It was pretty good – I always enjoy reading your words! π
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