By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)

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By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)

 

Above: The home I lived in, growing up.  Above Right: My bachelor’s pad, a first floor apartment

 

Above: Our home, Carole & I, shared for the next 37 years of togetherness. until her passing

 

Above: Were I rented for 3 years, with a lady called Sue.  Above Right: The next year I boarded here.

 

Above:  The old Tullawalla & the new Tullawalla, Mum & Dad’s, holiday house, and then their retirement home. Me and my brother (Danny) lived there for 6 months, at the end of 2016. And then at start of 2017, I moved my present home.

 

Above: My home today, the front view, and the back courtyard and verandah

By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)

 

I’m in an isolation cabin

Like a waiting mosquito larva

Ready to burst

Surrounded by sand and sea

And a river mouth

Tidal and free

And I share my daily bread

A piece for you, for her, for them

Thoughts of you

I dream of now, and then

I see your flowered coffin

 

I’m tangled in a cocoon

Like an angry dragon-fly

Begging to break free

Surrounded by water-grass and weed

Tea-tree and Dunes, far as the eye can see

And a garden bed

Grown from seed

And I share my weekly menu

A piece for you, for her, for them

Thoughts of you

I stare down upon a fallen brave

I see your flowered cave

 

 

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.

58 thoughts on “By The Waters Edge, (Tullawalla)”

      2. It was about living in my parents home, with my drug dependent brother, my mum and dad had recently passed, and I was still grieving for Carole. On top of which my 3 year old relationship had ceased. And I was trying to create that old worldly times feeling, I’m not sure it worked, but I was so much in a tangle within myself. I look back and wonder, at how I got through it all. I just keep wondering and I keep writing

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    1. I know what you mean, yes our memories are always with us. although the pain has definitely subsided, sometimes my dreams are still so vivid, and now i smile at myself for having having such a wondrous ability to recall the those glorious times, yes, with a few tears of course, but mostly my heart is healed and my soul is happy to share her spirit. xxx

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      5. Yes, the images don’t have to be factually true, as long as the words convey the feeling of what I’m trying to say, thank you for reading Peter.

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  7. i love how Carole’s spirit guides you Ivor, she’s such a beautiful soul, I know dreams can be a great source of solace, I hope it has been for you. Sending good thoughts your way.

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      2. Carole was wheelchair bound for 30 years, so really didn’t have much opportunity to go else where… all her health needs were well catered for in Geelong… xx

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      7. oh what a little sweetie! Love her colouring … yes sadly they seem to be finding tumours and brain injuries in AFL players, so really glad you’ve cleared it 🙂

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  13. I’ve had similar experiences and there was a time in my life where I thought I would never be settled for the long term. Now I look at life as chapters in a book. Each one meaningful in its own way with some being better than others. I learned that I must live life to the fullest each day. Your current abode looks cozy and peaceful and you seem to be happy there. Lovely poem, Ivor.

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    1. Thank you Mich, putting the post together and finding all the old photos proved to be quite a long task, and I’m very pleased you appreciated my completed article. ☺️😁💚

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  15. I can feel the pent-up turmoil & unsettled feelings in your words, here, Ivor. You’ve moved a fair bit really, which is even harder when you’re grieving, and places hold memories for you. I hope you’re more settled now & feel calmer within yourself. It looks like a wonderful place to live! 😊

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  17. I thought I was the only one who has taken pictures of all the places I’ve lived! The images in your poem capture the imagination and my heart. The photos and your sharing gives such rich context. Gorgeous share!

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