Day Lily And Love

Hello readers, I’m posting a poem I wrote last year, about my lovely Day Lily, which is actually a former plant of my father’s, so really I’ve lovingly inherited the flower, and I’m always pleased to see it bloom. I’m not sure why, but it’s flowering 4 weeks earlier than last year.

Upon my pillow I sleep

Good morning, I do peek

From the cushion of my dreams

A pads radiating beams

Blushing red hues, oh so bright

You bloom during the night

After cuddling the dew

You open up your scenic view.

Flowering, standing proud and steep

Perfection at my feet

A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove

And by Day you air your love

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.

16 thoughts on “Day Lily And Love”

  4. Such a lovely poem! And your day lilies are bright and cheery! 🙂
    How are you feeling today, Ivor?
    Thank you for sharing Mr. Cohen in this post. He is always welcome in my world…and especially on this night! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. Carolyn thank you for your kind comments. I am very tired today, a very hot muggy day, and I had to gi out. It’s late afternoon and I’ve been resting/sleeping. I play Leonard Cohen’s music a lot, always soothing my soul 😊🎶🎶🤗😎

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  5. Beautiful poem as always, Ivor. Glad to stop by your blog again. I like that you implicitly associate the radiance of the day lily with the best memories of your deceased father. Or am I misreading your poem? In the introduction you said “a former plant of my father’s”. It made me think of my father who died in 2015. His plant was a red hibiscus flower.

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