Thank you to Sue W of Nan’s Farm, << click here, she supplied the title and gave me the inspiration, to write this introverted poem of mine
I’m sorry for smouldering
Smouldering my ashes on your blue sky
I’m on a different kind of angle
Slightly leaning to the right
I used to always turn to the left
That’s when I knew the difference
Between right and wrong
Now, I’m just around the corner
Living on broken cobblestones
And old torn bed-sheets
I’m feeling incompetent in my sleep
Life-long dreams are incomplete
My time here is unwell and unfinished
Unfinished are my words for the future
They’re unwritten from far and near
And this ancient boat needs a good rudder
To steer me through these rough seas
Ivor Steven (c)Β 2018

thank you Ivor and Sue, this is great!
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Thanks Kate, I just finished a piece of quiche, that Maree has left for me to have. Yes my poem is a fascinating piece, Sue supplied the title and my warped imagination went from there. How are going Kate.. xx
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lol I am well and chilled thanks Ivor … no health complication to my knowledge or medications of any kind π
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Good girl ππ
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yes and boring π
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So glad I was your inspiration and for something as lovely as your poem. Thank you and also to Kate for her kind words. 6:00AM here and just off to the supermarket for a few bits. Happy Christmas Ivor π
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Thank you Sue, and it was totally my pleasure, you have all been wonderfully supportive during my illness xx
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Supporting you was our pleasure Ivor and I know you would do exactly the same for any of us. Once again A Very Happy Christmas xxπ
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MERRY CHRISTMAS IVOR !!!!!!!
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Thank you Efi, happy Christmas to you Efi. Xxx
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Please survive
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Thank you, that’s my aim Derrick
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That song!!!!!!
What a gift when given inspiration. And then that gift multiplies. Surviving and still writing Ivor. Merry Christmas.
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Yes !! That Song !!!! I can listen to Kaz all day long πΆπΆπ€
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Now, Iβm just around the corner, Living on broken cobblestones, And old torn bed-sheets.
What an itnricate phase. Love this poem, my friend.
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Thank you Claudia, yes it was an inspired piece, that came out OK xx
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