From before the start
You ripped out my heart
And splintered my bones
With your sharpest stones
You laugh and mock
I’m pieces of crushed rock
Waiting at every station
You left me in slow motion
With beach-sand in my pocket
I’m holding an empty locket
Cast adrift in the ocean
I’m free of your grindstone potion
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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Very different! I love it!!
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I just felt like doing something different, and I had a little dream about being left at the station….
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This poem feels real.
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I had a dream about being left at the station, and yes I’ve recently had a broken heart, So the dream tied them together.
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sorry for being left at the station, just like Paddington bear except he had honey and you sand. you’ll find a place of refuge Ivor, one day, it will happen, keep hope alive ok, i tell myself this everyday. but this poem was awesome, raw and precise.
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Thank you Gina, I like your reference to Paddington Bear, and I’m pleased you felt that keen edged rawness in my poem. I was trying to create a sharpness to my words/feelings.
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oh he’s my favourite bear, wise and so laid back, i would love him as my travel companion, no plans just go with the flow, and always loving his family first. yes the writing was significantly sharp and precise
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“Gina And Paddington’s Travels”….. sounds like a good book.
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thats so sweet a title!
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It’s got a ring to it
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it does and it sounds like so much fun and adventure about to happen! thank you Ivor, you always lift my spirits, I am dreaming of honey sandwiches and floppy hats and train tickets now.
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Oh, warm scones strawberry jam and cream, and definitely a floppy hat for me.
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oh no! i love scones! need to bake some soon looks like and we have local grown strawberry jam too, bring the clotted cream please!
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I’ll do my best, in my Aussie eski.
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This is something different, Ivor. But so well written.
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As you know I write about where my feelings are at, in the moment, with snippets from my previous nights dreams. Thank you for reading, I always appreciate your comments.
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A painful one
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I appreciate your comment Derrick…
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I love it!
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Thanks Amberley, It’s another Ivor poem from a dreams, maybe I’m upset about my cuddly softie dragon being called a monster.
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I didn’t call you a monster! I would never!
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Haha, It’s me calling my cuddly dragon a monster in my dreams, my dreams do upset my dragon, and I’m far too restless for my Dragons liking…..
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Bahahahaha you’re funny, Ivor dearest
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You brought words to life here and in a very different way from usual.😍
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Thanks Ortensia, I’m pleased you felt the intensity of my words.
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Nice one Ivor, I’m off now to read your Villanelle.
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Yes, I’ve been keeping my poets pen busy, and the plumber is struggling to keep up.
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No bother to to you. Or as we say in this part of the world – More Power to your Elbow.
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Broken hearts and crushed rocks, along with shattered bones do not make for a good day Ivor. I hope your dream was a release of some of that pain.
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Yes I think so, I do have such vivid dreams, but I tend not to worry about them, I’ve just got this ability to write about them. and they hold pieces of truth, and images of fantasy.
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I think your dreams are part of your writing tools. I have friends who know they dream but cannot ever remember their dreams. I think it’s wonderful you dream so vividly and use it as an energy.
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😊 Haha, they were all Carole dreams, but now my dreams are wander the planet and beyond ☺️
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What a great gift that is Ivor, those dreams.
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I hear this as a rap Ivor. You’ll have to try it out next time you go for a drink!
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I reckon I’ll need quite a few beers before i try it Peter , hic,,hic…
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Best get some practice in!
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Your words are sharp. This one was a bit different but definitely amazing. Loved it. 😍👏
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Thank you Sanskriti, I appreciated your comments, and yes I was trying for thar something different, short and terse. xx
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Your words and the image remind me of the weathered peeling we saw on the boulders at Devils Marbles. Peeling the layers of the onion 🙂
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😊 Thanks Raili, I’ll look at your pic’s again, aah, you’re probably right 🙄
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Different but just as beautiful 🙂
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Thank you ❤️ Sue, I like different
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💓
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Vivid word pics in this one. And all of us can feel the emotion and share your pain.
And the photo is wonderful…to me, it says a broken heart is valuable and capable of loving again.
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Thank you, and I’ve lovely pieces left to love with.
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Way late, but going backwards takes time. This is one of your better poems, Ivor. Maybe because it speaks of a universal pain instead of a personal one, if you know what I mean. Even though I’m sure its personal. I think that’s the hard part of poetry — to have it be about you but not sound like it’s about you.
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Well observed Claudia, yes I had to edit a few times to get that universal feel to it, and it’s not that easy for me as I tend to mostly write in the first person.. xx
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Love this one Ivor. ♥.
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Thank you Niki, yes I’m pleased with this one.
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Beautifully written 👌
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Thanks Precious
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