Words, Lost And Found

When your senses are blind

Driving you out of your mind

How do you find that word

Unique and unheard

Lost, gone out of your head

Not there, under your unmade bed

Nor between your untidy sheets

Removed during your midnight heat

You’ve searched along every note-pad line

Flicked through grandpa’s dictionary overtime

The missing word is yet to be found

Your dog stares at you, as if you’re unsound

It’s somewhere, you wrote it down

The word, to be your poem’s crown

Shaking your brain, side to side

Rattle, rattle, adjectives clash inside

Suddenly you remember

It’s something about December

How could you forget

The fallen Refugee reject

Cutting himself on his old sword

Swearing, “restitution”, is the word

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.

33 thoughts on “Words, Lost And Found”

    1. Yes those lost words, that get stuck in our grey matter. Actually my poem is a whimsical/sarcastic piece about society’s being lost for words, when it comes to helping speaking up for refugees

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  5. how terribly sweet that you look up words from books and such Ivor. I love how your table is messy and full of ideas waiting to leap out at you. it is a very inspiring place to be. i used to scribble on pieces of paper and put them in my bag or pockets to remind myself of something I wanted to write and at some point gather all together, my daughter encouraged me to blog as she could not stand all those pieces of paper on my desk!!

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  9. The intrigue of the written word Ivor, never saw that ending coming – a word for your fertile mind for you to conjure with perhaps – once wrote a poem around the word but it got lost in the ether the word – fecundity.

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    1. Yep, I had to look that one up Chris, very interesting.. . I actually changed my last few lines, they were……
      The fallen Alien reject
      cutting himself on hie own sword
      swearing, resurrection, is the word

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  12. So cool to see your desk and books! They say a “busy desk is the sign of genius”! 🙂

    Your poem is so timely and with fun visuals! We’ve all experience that loss of word or words and wondered where they be. 🙂

    Seems today that people (society) speaks on everything but the important things. And then when they do speak of the important things it’s all talk and no action. 😦

    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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