You hid behind your veil
Your Athena’s shield
I sought a way in
The doorway was sealed
Your thighs were closed
Love was asleep
I left you my heart
It was yours to keep
You buried our past
That was a crying shame
I soothed with words
You weren’t to blame
Those secret wounds
So mysterious to view
You’d years of pain
So plain to see
I knew your regrets
You were as humble as could be
Clamping your thoughts
Ensuring you were secure
I levered the latches
So hidden and obscure
You’d closed every avenue
Now, you’re not so sure of this
As you return my glances
Silently wishing for a kiss
Published by
ivor20
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.
View all posts by ivor20
Silently waiting… A sign of hope. Well done my friend. π
LikeLike
Thanks Walt, how’s the recovery going….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very slowly I’m afraid. Pain woke me up a bit ago. It’s only 1:50 AM here π’ It seems it will take longer than I had hoped for, but I won’t give up. Thank you for asking.
LikeLike
Very insightful
LikeLike
Thanks Derrick for reading …
LikeLiked by 1 person
Giggle …
βYour thighs were closed,
Love was asleep.β
That was an interesting visual.
Nicely done. : )
LikeLike
Written so beautifully, Ivor!
LikeLike
Ivor this feels like a “to be continued….”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well I suppose it was , and I suppose it will be
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmm… so where did this leave you – oops, I mean the protagonist… still hopeful, I’m guessing… π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Still hopeful, she’s had her troubles, a bit similar to you Jane, has a 42 year-old son at home, who’s been affected by drugs and now suffering psychosis. And marriages and relationships haven’t been kind to her, but she has a kind soul, she was a health carer for my Carole years ago, before Carole passed and we rmained in contact, but the last year and a bit we’ve been catching up more often,…… we’ve been good friends, maybe the little greeting kisses are feeling warmer …..
LikeLiked by 2 people
Here’s a weird thing; from the first moment I read about her, I felt a connection. I intuited the things you’ve told me, except I never guessed that she’d been your wife’s carer. This sounds crazy, but I felt involved with her difficulties and your hopes x
LikeLiked by 1 person
Not crazy, but a huge coincidence, as I wrote the poem before I’d met you here on WP. Maybe these nice connections are meant to be β‘β‘. I’m happy my words conveyed that feeling for you, and such an amazing parallelism that’s happened here …
LikeLiked by 1 person
But this isn’t the first poem you’ve written about this lady – I read something a few weeks ago. That’s when it hit me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha, you’re very intuitive, and there’s more β‘β‘β‘
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ll cross my fingers for you, and keep a watchful eye, π
LikeLiked by 1 person
I suppose you can understand the bond of friendship that I’ve developed with her, and our genuine mutual respect for each other, in our commitments as carers. Maybe there’ll be a happy ending to this story. ……
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve heard about the special relationship that can build up between two carers. I truly hope that you break through her protective barrier, and the two of you find happiness together.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Jane, whatever eventuates, I’ll still be happy, we already share a special bond and a forever friendship.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Forever friendship is hard to beat…
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re right about that, I don’t need more than two hands to count the friends that stuck with us through the 30 years of our tough times during Caroles MS…..
LikeLiked by 1 person
Few of us need more than two hands to count our true friends… unless we include those we meet on WP. I accept that some of these friendships may be transitory, but they are no less real for all that.. I’ll never forget how the support of the WP community supported me with their prayers and heartfelt messages. They gave me hope, which saved my family.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely Jane, WP, friendships are wonderful, and they’ve(you) all beenso kind to me, gee I hope this link works, and I hope your french is Ok, I was very moved..
http://montrealgazette.com/…/adsiq-gala-testament-to-the-we…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Um – I got the headline “Canadiens’ offence explodes in 8-3 rout of Ottawa Senators”
Somehow I don’t think that’s what you were trying to show me… π
My French is useless. Comprendez vous?
OK, so I know those two words, but that’s pretty much it. π
LikeLike
Scroll down to Arts, in the magazine, and Click on the Heading, ADISQ gala testament to wealth of talent in Quebec music scene… Then play a video clip the first video clip, with the presenter standing by himself, sorry lots of instructions. hope you get there…xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ok – I should have read that before replying to your last message…
LikeLike
Thank you Ivor. Thank you. If it wasn’t for you I’d have missed it. I’m writing though tears. I didn’t understand much of the French, but I recognised the respect, and the love. That man was the greatest lyricist who ever lived, and although he was never proclaimed poet laureate, to me that is what he has always, and will always, be.
It’s the second time today – I cried when I read the inscription he wrote to Marianne, following her death. He was right when he said he thought he would follow her soon. Only three months later, he was gone.
Love to you for sending this gift xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
My absolute pleasure, I’m so happy you were able to follow my instructions, and I new you’d love the video, and of course I cried too, I found it beautiful especially when the audience starteded singing , oh wow… and I’ve read that letter to Marianne, and, Oh wow again, our man Leonard was a true poet, and Of course I’m playing his music non-stop at the moment,….. and heaps of tears, but there all “Liquid Joy” xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Same here – After months of not being able to deal with the pain I felt when I hear his voice, I can’t stop listening to him, but even now some of the tears are grief over his death… I thought I was over it, but I’m not. It sounds so silly…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Not silly, I’m sure not whether my tears are of grief or not, but like you my dear Jane, he was my light and my saviour, and he spirituality lives in my soul forever…. oh and stop cryig Ivor… I’m off to do a little plumbing job, Thanks Jane, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed our chat, I love our friendship xx.. https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/a-few-words/
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha – you’re the plumber who can’t plug up a leak in the eyes.
Please always stay the way that you are…
LikeLike
You old smoothy, Ivor. Loved the hopeful ending. I agree – we can judge so much in looking.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Kelvin, still not feeling that smooth….
LikeLiked by 1 person
I could suggest a smoothy maker.. but that would be unsympathetic which is sooooooo not me. π
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve smoothly gone to bed. ..
LikeLike
I could suggest a smoothy maker.. but that would be unsympathetic which is sooooooo not me. π
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet.
LikeLike
How are you doing my friend
I hope all.is well
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Sheldon, I think I’m finally on the improve, and able to manage my pain levels betterer, acupuncture seems to be helping. Thanks Sheldon, and I’ve been following you writings, and you sound like you’re coping betterer too. Always nice to hear from you my friend.
LikeLike
Its actually the opposite
LikeLike
Oh Shit Sheldon, that’s no f***ing good, feeling for you my friend…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Today is a killer
LikeLike
This is the best I can do for you.
LikeLike
what a poignant poem about hope and also the song is unique! I like it very much, even if it is so “disappointing” and almost reproachful of pain. Because I think it’s often just your own thoughts that you believe that the other does not care. Particularly devastating in the song were “all this years, they were here first”. What an painful idea for years to have such thoughts!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thankyou for reading and such a wonderful comment about my poem. As for the song, I’m with you, I found the lyrics disappointing too. It happened to be the only song I could find called Hide And Seek π
LikeLiked by 1 person