Purple Tomatoe Ferns

I’ve visions of Vikings sailing in the cold

Plundering distant hearts and pilfering gold

 

I’m dreaming of the old farmer’s wife

Milking cows, cleaning and baking for life

 

I’ve feelings for the king, in his isolated castle

Looking forlornly upon his drawbridge, a foodless trestle

 

I’m wandering through an empty paddock

Kicking dew off the grass, searching for a lovers locket

 

I’ve plans for the planets desolate future

Growing purple tomatoe ferns until they’re mature

 

I’m following her brave journey’s every mile

Climbing over dying garden beds and rotting fence stiles

 

I’ve finished falling under broken skies

Claiming peace amongst tomorrows butterflies

https://youtu.be/V8Daxz3Gbrc

 

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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.

32 thoughts on “Purple Tomatoe Ferns”

  2. The last line is epic Ivor….i am dreamer myself…some may seemed to be so unrealistic but who cares? Its my dream to dream right?..what i am saying is this poems is just yelling dreams….dreams of far and above; of way and beyond

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    1. Thank you Mich, yes it was a vivid dream, and now I’ve read it a few times, it’s quite a metaphorical poem, as I’m piece together what my dream was about, and most of the words are about what I’ve been writing about lately, …

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    1. I thought you’d like that one Colleen, we don’t hear a lot of those old time phrases these days, I so hope they don’t get gobbled up in all this modern technology and digital writing of today. I so glad I still write with a pencil. šŸ˜Š šŸ˜Š ā¤ļø

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  4. Another good one Ivor! Love the music clip, I looked at Maureen Lipman and wondered why she was there , she’s out of place. Then I realised it was a radio studio and when I heard the voice of Chris Evans the penny dropped, that’s my favourite Radio 2 slot. I thank you

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    1. I’m not sure when the clip was done, but they’re all fairly olderer, so it’s probably only a few years ago. And of course their “Purple Rain” was appropriate for my “purple tomato fern” , (there’s no such thing)

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  11. My, my, my Ivor! What a wonderful poem with such brilliant.images and thoughts! And my word, what a wonderful rendition of Purple Rain! These guys are truky awesome my friend. I loved watching the keyboard player, and the drummer could have been me, except he still has hair, lol. Thanks for sharing it!

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  12. Isn’t there a beauty in abstractness? The poem invokes so many different images šŸ™‚ Loved it.

    And I so glad to have chanced upon your blog šŸ™‚

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      1. That’s amazing! Indeed dreams weave an uncanny magic and you are conjuring magic for us by penning them down in the form of verses that I undoubtedly know everybody loves to read. šŸ™‚

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