A poem by request, for the “Poet Rummager”. From a more recent era of my life. The photos, taken by I.Steven, part of the Shipwreck Coast, South-West Victoria, along the renowned, Great Ocean Road
Wreckage
We’re a shipwreck of the night.
The lighthouse was out of sight.
After the storm of wild passion.
Feeling wearied, a wreckage of fusion.
We’re a sperm whale on the beach.
The giant of the sea, without a speech.
After the turmoil of an endless wish.
Feeling totally lost, a wreckage amiss.
We’re a burnt-out forest of the dawn.
The ashen mountain smoulder ’til morn.
After the raging nights fire.
Feeling humbled, a wreckage of desire.
We’re a paradox of the unfolding day.
The bedsheets awry, here to stay.
After the fatigue of a forever promise.
Feeling complete, a wreckage of braveness.
Ivor Steven.
I’ve had a couple of wreckages in my life. The passion, at first, is one that is a maddening roar that completely engulfs you. Powerful words, Ivor… loved this very much! You’re so right about the absence of a lighthouse. Blinded by the storm, you end up crashing and destroyed. Ha! You never forget the great sex, though, but the pain does stay with you for awhile. You never survive a destructive storm completely intact.
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I’m so pleased you with your comments, I think you’re psychic. And after the storm there’s calm, the ship is holed but still afloat, and heading back for repairs.
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It may take time, but the ship will be fixed.
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a paradox of the unfolding day!! great line
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Thanks for reading, and appreciate your kind comment.
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Beautifully, powerfully, written, Ivor
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Strange how the shipwreck coast is so alluring. You can almost feel the Sirens calling you to destruction. Strong ships, and people, can suddenly seem very frail.
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The coast line is so alluring that there’s “5 Million” visitors every year. !!
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So beautiful. It’s hard to survive a wreckage and even harder to continue after that. I continue to look for the elusive lighthouse.
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I hope your voyage develops into a happier cruise
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Lovely Ivors. I had to come and visit your page because your posts aren’t appearing on my reader! No idea why! I’ll catch up. ..😊
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Thanks for taking the time to read my words
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I love wreckage. You learn a lot from crashing and spilling your guts out. (PR)
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Thanks, I’m still alive and my guts have been mopped up
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“After the fatigue of a forever promise”, what a great line, but it breaks my heart.
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Thanks Colleen, I did have a broken heart at the time, but it repaired it’s self. The lesson I learnt from this relationship, was although we had parted ways and I was very hurt, haha, I said to myself, well she’s still alive, nothing like going through the lifetime grieving process of the passing of your loved one !!
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I can’t imagine what you went through with Carole. The loss part I mean, it sounds like the love part was amazing. 🙂
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Lots of my writings are about trying to describe those very feelings, still struggling to explain the depth of it all, the first 7 years, the most beautiful time of my life, the next 30 years, pouring myself into caring and loving her, but knowing, sooner or later that this terrible disease was going to take her from me, hmmm, writing here now through tears of “Liquid Joy” xx
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I am touched by your soulfulness.
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Oh, and that line, I’m always wondering about my writings and how they come to be, for most part my words are penned quite quickly, and not sure how, I was terrible at English Expression at college.
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“After the raging nights fire.
Feeling humbled, a wreckage of desire.”
I love this! You’re really creative & talented!
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Ivor, this has a nice rhythm and raw honesty to it. The line that resonated most with me is, We’re a paradox of the unfolding day.
That says so much in just on line.
Make it a great day.
Ali
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Thankyou Ali, I suppose that’s mostly my style, I do like to rhyme my words, and I like that you feel the raw honesty, because I truly throw myself into my words.
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I apologise for my tardy response, Ivor, things have been hectic here, culminating in a 50th anniversary of a local branch of a national organisation I volunteer for having its shindig last night.
I love the ebb and flow of your words, like the tide rolling in and out, but no storm coming, not yet, but even when it does arrive, you have the makings of a calmer of storms.
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Relatable. This is beautifully written Ivor.. 🙂 it resonates with me. ♥
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Thanks Sam, nice of you, to read and comment. Always appreciated.
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