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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30 thoughts on “A Frozen Cheer”
I don’t mean to pun here. I just can’t find any word other than “chilling” to describe the last line.
You’re quite right Chris, I don’t really understand my dreams, I’m just lucky enough to write about the bits and pieces I recall, with the help of a few late night notes. And then with a bit of imagination, I shape the pieces into a poem, of sorts !!
I don’t mean to pun here. I just can’t find any word other than “chilling” to describe the last line.
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I was struggling for the last line, however these words seem appropriate to me… Thanks Paul
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I think you chose well.
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Thanks Paul, I suppose it had that bit of suspense /contrast in the words !!
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That’s good to know
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I started to read this ‘one’ way, but the last line took me some place else Ivor.
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I’ve had a few comments about my last line, I suppose it’s open for a readers interpretation…..
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Do we really understand the things we dream Ivor? Even if the seem crystal clear at the time.
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You’re quite right Chris, I don’t really understand my dreams, I’m just lucky enough to write about the bits and pieces I recall, with the help of a few late night notes. And then with a bit of imagination, I shape the pieces into a poem, of sorts !!
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I’d drop the (of sorts) Ivor a poem is a poem is a poem we all have varying formula which work for us.
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I’m writing a poem of my dreams for tomorrows post (Wednesday)
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Now I’m flummoxed Ivor it is just 19:44 on a Monday night here.
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Wow! This shook me Ivor. Good one!
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Yes a little chill factor
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How are you Ivor?:)
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I’m progressing well, still struggling with physical tiredness but gradually improving. Six weeks and 2 days to go 🌎🗽😊xx
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I’m so glad! Ivor I know you are excited!:) The U.S. will be a better place with you on our soil!:)
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I’ll have to clean my shoes then 😊
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Haha 🙂
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Beautifully concise, Ivor. Perfect word choice and musicality achieved through lovely rhyming verses.
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Thank you Christine, one of those ones that flowed well for me.
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It is Marta, haha! No worries. You are welcome kindly.
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Whoops, sorry
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It is fine. 😊
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I do like this poem, so many interpretaions, so I’m going with… it’s just a dream!
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It’s just a little dream
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/its-just-a-little-dream-2/
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I remember it Ivor. Just read my comment from back then, did I really write that, I actually sound intelligent! 😀
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Ok, and I believed you
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So you should I am intelligent!!! I wonder if it’s possible to be intelliegent part time?
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I think we’re all part-time
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