A Midday Sun

We have had weeks of blue skies and summer sunshine down here in Geelong, and there’s lots more to come they say. I thought I’d repost this poem of mine from January last year, and for you northern hemisphere readers, maybe it’ll warm you up a bit

A Midday Sun

 

Have you ever looked up at a Midday Sun

Shining through the weeping forest canopies

A golden glowing furnace, that’s larger than life

Glaring down, from there above

 

Have you ever flown up to touch the Midday Sun

Travelling through that deep blue sky and beyond

A vortex of colour, reflections of rainbows

Cascading down, from there above

 

Have you ever been blinded by the Midday Sun

By that purity of brilliant white

Forcing your singed eyelids to shut tight

The Corona’s fiery circles intensely bright

An Angels alluring halo of silvery light

Enchanting to your mesmerized sight

Encapsulating a lovers first flight

And burning your heart’s delights

 

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.

37 thoughts on “A Midday Sun”

  3. I have!!!

    What a beautiful heart-touching poem, Ivor! I have joy-tears in my eyes! 🙂

    I always hit the song/vid to play and then while it plays I read your poem through several times. Often the combo of the two brings tears. 🙂

    I’m so glad it is sunny outside and sunny in your heart! That makes me smile! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. A poem I wrote last year while I was sitting out in my courtyard and looking at the sun, and I really liked this one, and here I am again tonight, watering my garden 😊😁😎xx

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  5. I can not write poems to thank you but i send you a lovely poem of a great man from Greece Odysseus Elytis > Marina of the rocks

    MARINA OF THE ROCKS
    You have a taste of tempest on your lips—But where did you wander
    All day long in the hard reverie of stone and sea?
    An eagle-bearing wind stripped the hills
    Stripped your longing to the bone
    And the pupils of your eyes received the message of chimera
    Spotting memory with foam!
    Where is the familiar slope of short September
    On the red earth where you played, looking down
    At the broad rows of the other girls
    The corners where your friends left armfuls of rosemary.

    But where did you wander
    All night long in the hard reverie of stone and sea?
    I told you to count in the naked water its luminous days
    On your back to rejoice in the dawn of things
    Or again to wander on yellow plains
    With a clover of light on you breast, iambic heroine.

    You have a taste of tempest on your lips
    And a dress red as blood
    Deep in the gold of summer
    And the perfume of hyacinths—But where did you wander
    Descending toward the shores, the pebbled bays?

    There was cold salty seaweed there
    But deeper a human feeling that bled
    And you opened your arms in astonishment naming it
    Climbing lightly to the clearness of the depths
    Where your own starfish shone.

    Listen. Speech is the prudence of the aged
    And time is a passionate sculptor of men
    And the sun stands over it, a beast of hope
    And you, closer to it, embrace a love
    With a bitter taste of tempest on your lips.

    It is not for you, blue to the bone, to think of another summer,
    For the rivers to change their bed
    And take you back to their mother
    For you to kiss other cherry trees
    Or ride on the northwest wind.

    Propped on the rocks, without yesterday or tomorrow,
    Facing the dangers of the rocks with a hurricane hairstyle
    You will say farewell to the riddle that is yours.

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      6. I’ve not got the appropriate words to describe how beautiful the poem is, I am indeed enchanted, thank you for sharing with me… I’ve added the poem to my playlist, for to keep forever !! xxxx

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      7. I am so glad you like him!! Let me introduce another great one Yannis Ritsos

        Yiannis Ritsos (May 1, 1909 November 11, 1990 ) is considered to be one of the four greatest Greek poets of the twentieth century, together with Kostis Palamas, Giorgos Seferis, and Odysseus Elytis.

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  11. This is lovely. It brought back sunny days in my childhood, when I exhausted myself running and leaping around. I’d collapse the grass , stare a the sun and imagine I could fly.

    I don’t think it did my eyesight a lot of good 😉 xxx

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