That Nightly Sound

I’m at my desk wondering

Sitting here deeply pondering

Whether I’m a strange sort of writer

And am I, an only loner

My keyboard is covered in moisture

A wetness from my overflowing tears

I cry about my latest plight

I cry for the world’s hungry, sleeping tonight

I cry during Xavier’s song, Spirit Bird, like the, Last Post

I cry for the children, the ones we have lost

My heart bleeds tears from within

My heart writes with soul filled ink

My heart dampen’s with every word I weep

My heart floods with emotions every time I sleep

I was wondering

And I am pondering

Do other writers, hear that nightly sound

Hear the pitter-patter of naked feet

Hear the noise of shuffling feet in their sleep

Hear their dirtied feet, the millions of poor children, yet to eat

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

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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.

82 thoughts on “That Nightly Sound”

      1. sometimes we need to take a step back, be local and not so global, it is overwhelming I do understand. in your little corner you make a difference that is far reaching. just take care of that heart of yours!

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  4. You are not strange Ivor, but you are unique, as are we all.
    You have a good and kind heart and soul, and care deeply for others, but your main goal, at the moment, must be to look after yourself and get stronger each day.
    Stay well, and get better my friend!

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      1. Best to write it down I think. I do the same but in my journal. Goodnight Ivor, almost 10:30 PM here and I’m on my way to bed. Hope you have a better day 😤

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  6. With a rich poem like this I always have two responses. The most important is that this is an amazing post. And you are not alone in your pain. And living life the best we can, we often can do nothing about it, except try and help those children close to us/
    The other is sassy, so I’ll leave it for another time. Ha…

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  7. I hear you, Ivor . . .
    “People starving and thirsting,
    grain elevators are bursting.
    Oh, you know it costs more
    to store the food than it do to give it.
    They say lose your inhibitions,
    follow your own ambitions.
    They talk about a life of brotherly love,
    download me someone
    who knows how to live it.
    There’s a slow, slow train comin’
    up around the bend.”
    ~ Bob Dylan

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  8. Peter and Gina have given you very wise advice Ivor …. I’ve seen the starving masses and endless poverty when I travelled … we do need to think globally and act locally … do you really think all those Geelong kids have sufficient 😦

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      1. well unless they are positive thoughts you are just distressing yourself Ivor … worry is a such
        waste of energy …
        if you can’t resolve it, let it go!
        if you can do something constructive then take your steps to resolve the situation!

        While you are fragile Ivor your mind can send you quickly into a downward spiral … it needs to be turned towards happy things to get your immune system functioning again! It doesn’t mean you have forgotten those children but if you don’t have the resources to actually help them it might be best to cut your news feeds for a while? Please …

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      2. Ivor’s having a stress free day. My first outing by myself, caught a bus down to Pako , a tiny bit of a walk, bought some fruit and had a coffee at the Café. All very slowly, I didn’t even pass the old lady on walking frame 😅. Nearly worn out now, time for the bus back home. I’m happy with the outcome. Quite anxious at the start, but I’ve had plenty of little sit downs and rests 🤗☺️😁

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      9. yes I know all about that transition from fiercely independent to accepting help … you have been a carer but don’t want to be cared for … remember how rewarding you found it and give others a chance please 🙂

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      14. I think I’ve always been adaptable, otherwise I wouldn’t have reached here, where I am today, it’s all a matter of me taking up the next challenge in my life, that’s been full of life’s ups and downs xx

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  12. Oh Ivor! I hear the feet too…so many, their footsteps like thunder…pounding my brain to not forget them. I am glad I am not the only one with wet keyboard syndrome. Your words are powerful and far-reaching! Continue to make positive change when you can – whether with yourself (like your wonderful outing today) or in your community. It can only lead to better things. Hoping for a healthy and harmonious 2019 for you! ❤️

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      3. The first two – definitely! All positive qualities that keep you going. Not the last though – sensitivity, kindness and a sense of responsibility is never stupid. It’s what makes us human.

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    1. Thank you Nanette, one of those pieces that I write after watching a horrendous documentary, of the hungry starving children, from a war torn country……. they do so so emotionally affect me…. and then I just have to write….. xx

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