Tit Bits #7

Storms do come and go

high seas and undertow’s

my chaotic fears on show

awaiting the next big snow

…….

let the pendulum swing

posterity’s blowing in the wind

…….

I’m sitting here on the floor

It’ll be for a short time

’til I find a door

…….

I’m slippery like an eel

I flow with the field

my mood changes with the breeze

I can be cold as ice in a freeze

or I can be warm as toast

sunbathing on a tropical coast

I can be a chameleon in the trees

not easy to see, but ready to please

…….

My soul is open

your eyes look into my heart

your moon’s my Bowman

cupids arrows play Mozart

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

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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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