Crawling Out Of A Void

 

Falls and crawls of energy waning

Glares and stares of eyes opening

Help and kindness of paramedics working

Clangs and chimes of sirens roaring

 

Awakening from a void of dreams

Visualising my spirit draining

 

Ins and outs of doorways slamming

Shrieks and shrills of voices screaming

Ups and downs of painfully surviving

Highs and lows of slowly recovering

 

Awakening from a void of dreams

Realising my life’s gradually healing

 

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.

42 thoughts on “Crawling Out Of A Void”

  2. Yes, life comes and goes at a snail’s pace 🐌
    Unless your running in some rabbit race 😎

    Ivor, thought you might be interested ..
    I first met James Reyne at the London
    Tavern in Caulfield. He asked me to be
    an Australian Crawl roadie. I think he
    recognised a fellow son of the beach.
    I declined for at the time I was hanging
    with Shawn & James from The Models.
    A few weeks later, ‘The Boys Light Up’ hit
    the charts, and Australian Crawl became
    the next big thing, and a Count Down
    favourite. Yet . . . I have no regret 🙄

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  5. So glad you crawled out of all of that and are about to take off in flight to blue-sky adventures of the Ivor kind! 😉
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS… “Realising my life’s gradually healing…” That is so encouraging to me! Thank you! 🙂

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  10. You’ve really captured the awful uncertainty, fear & anxiety of being taken ill suddenly & the commotion that ensues, even in capable hands! Thank goodness for your recovery, Ivor..it must seem like a bad dream, but onwards & upwards, things to do, places to see! 😊

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    1. Yes, places to go, only 16 days to go, but who’s counting !! Thank you for commenting and reading so many of my poems, and I tend to have vivid dreams, a lot of poems are from my dreams….

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