The Touring Crew

There was 36 of us, who all met up at Beijing airport for the first time. As the days of the tour went by we became a very happy and friendly “Australia Mob”, lots of fun and laughter together, and the comradeship of looking after each other, and making sure none of us were lost or feeling alone, was truly heartwarming. The above featured image, is of the whole crew at Tiananmen Square, on the first day of our trip.

Above, the crew at the Great Wall Of China, the Buddhist Temple, and bottom right photo, at a cafe/bar in Shanghai.

Above, on the left, myself with Barbara, my travel companion and a dear friend for many years (yes, we’re just friends), and on our canal cruise of Suzhou.

A Single Atom

I see a shooting star, traverse the full-moon

Like a jungle bush-fire, raging out of sight.

I feel the heat of midday, smothering the night.

Like a warm body, inside her tomb.

I see the dawn, without the golden sun.

Like a Lyrebird, singing all out of tune.

I hear the morning rain, without a cloud in the sky.

Like yesterday’s floods, leaving her high and dry.

I see a sandy beach, awash by a tidal wave.

Like a burning desert, water is her grave.

I fill lonely sheets, with empty dreams.

Like a dark chasm’s irrelevant beams.

I see a summer leaf, wilted by a frosty Autumn.

Like an unwatered orchid, opening to an old anthem.

I feel like a splintered heart, inside a single atom.

Like a snake’s dead skin, her rejected emblem.

 

Ivor Steven (c)Β  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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    1. It’s a poem I wrote years ago, and was published by Poetry Festival Magazine, and subsequently had a poem reading on YouTube produced by Poetry Festival. Yes, it’s a very emotional poem, about when I was starting up a new relationship, only 10 months after Carole had passed, and I was full of guilt complexes, and doubting what was right or wrong, xxxxxx

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    1. Yes 😊it’s an emotionally mixed up Ivor when I wrote this one about the guilt complexes of having a relationship only 10 months after Carole had passed. The relationship has been finished for nearly three years now. 😊

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  1. A very well written poem with great emotional intensity and beautiful imagery. I love how you connect the elements of nature with human feelings and thoughts . The ending is very powerful:

    “I feel like a splintered heart, inside a single atom.
    Like a snake’s dead skin, her rejected emblem.”

    The woman reading the poem has also done a great job.

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  2. I’ve finally got caught up on your trip. It looks like it was a trip of a lifetime. Even though I had wifi most of the time I found it difficult to keep up with all the emails. Now that I’m back home (over a week now) I’m just getting back into the blogging groove.

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    1. Yes it was a trip of a lifetime for me, my first ever international flight out of Australia. WiFi was hit and miss in China, and also far too busy to do any blogging. 😊 Thank you for dropping by the 😊

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  3. how lovely to have a group that looks out for each other, that makes the trip all the more memorable, the who we go with and how they make us feel special about ourselves. i loved hearing your poem read out loud, it was so touching

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