Today’s poem is one I wrote two years ago, and I was fortunate enough to have the piece published by, ‘Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine’, back in January 2018. A magazine for poets, and to all my readers/followers, I sincerely recommend that you visit/follow the Vita Brevis site,
https://vitabrevisliterature.com.
Artwork: Β By Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my beautiful niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.
Arctic Winds
I’m winter hibernating
Inside an Eskimo’s hut
Feeding only on fish oil
And frozen blue blood
My heart’s cold and dormant
Cowering under a dampened vestment
Wind-swept by a blizzard’s dust
Covered in icicles of my rust
My eyes are swollen rocks
Amidst polarised sockets
Terrorising all that’s passed
Like forgotten arctic icebergs
My veins are hollow crevasses
Inside a glaciers ice-flow
Sheering and groaning chasms
Like my memories deepest fjord
Ivor Steven (c)Β July 2019

Very powerful images
Strong voice
Just dropped by
To see if the plumber
Was home
Sheldon
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Yep, home, but a hungover plumber. Thanks for your energetic praise
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W0W Ivor
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Ivor, the art seems to perfectly fit with your words! What strong verse, and though the words speak frozen emotions, I don’t get that from the work. At all. It’s actually very full of emotion.
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Yes the artwork is so very special for me. And thank you Colleen, you’re quite right, I was going to name the poem Frozen Memories, my thoughts on how my deepest memories are forever frozen within me.
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Well preserved.
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Emotions and Memories. You can’t have memories without emotions. Some of these remain with us forever. Frozen in time and with us. Again, a beautiful piece. And great artwork to go along with it. Have a lovely Sunday π
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Thankyou Karen, for your perceptive comments…
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Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet.
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A very powerful piece Ivor..i love the voice used here…and the graphic design is so beautiful.
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Thanks Mich, I shall let my Artwork/Design girl know her work is being appreciated, I think I’ll have to procure her services for more of my poems. And thanks for your kind comments…
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Those fjords are sheer and can be difficult to climb out. Beautiful, chilly words, my Aussie mate! Your niece’s art is stunning. She may be a plumber artist, yet! π
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This is another very strong piece, Ivor! You are so good at creating a whole world build in images in your poem. Your lines are very visual and emotional. My favourite stanza:
“My heartβs cold and dormant,
Cowering under a dampened vestment.
Pumping only yesteryears rust,
And icicles of my dust.”
Icicles of my dust β€ This image is just gorgeous and the rhythm flows beautifully!
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Thanks Hailie, and it’s all about my memories being frozen inside me forever, and I enyoyed writing this poem.
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Your enjoyment in writing shines through. I already said it, but I love your style, words springing from your heart, the soul of a true poet.
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The coldness here is very clear. Coldness to numb the pain. Coldness to preserve the pain. Coldness to begin again. Really enjoyed this one, Ivor. Something different.
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It was so bloody cold that morning when I wrote the poem, hehe…
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I could feel every sense of the hibernating cold. It made me feel cold too. Great poem, Ivor!
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Thanks Linda, we had a very cold winter over here.
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I love this Ivor, and that musical work is so haunting!
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I’d actually forgotten about the poem, and these cold winds over the weekend reminded me about the piece… I changed a few words, but it’s basically the same as it was…..and still one I like immensely
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Oooh, it gave me the shivers! Lovely artwork too!
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The artwork is special… my niece suffers from SMA, and has been wheelchair bound all life, she’s amazing, and she’s a qualified graphic artist…. and works from home…. her work is fabulous…. xxxxx
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Please, do let her know her work is so admired. ππΌ
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Thank you dear Punam, I certainly will… xx
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Hold on stalactite, Ivor π
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… With all your stalagmite πͺπ₯Ά
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I’ve had my vegemite
Now I’ll be able to hold on tight
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For that Marmite
just ain’t right ππ²
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I feel you are the fish in the image, frozen in a block of time but desperately fighting to break out!
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Yes, that’s aptly put Sue.. I think we would all try break free of our frozen surroundings….
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I hope you’re still trying to keep warm.
Bush boy reports a temperature of 17Β° that’s about the same as Yorkshire, though we are expecting good ones today. He must be further south than you, but he also tells me he needs to get the fire lit as early as 4PM because the temperature drops so much!
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Sorry Bush Boy said 20Β° mine was 17Β°
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He must be a lot further north than me……
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The artwork is beautiful and amazing! π The song a perfect choice! π
Your poem captures us in…you get our senses AND our emotions involved! Thank you, Ivor! π
It’s wonderful when the “sun” shines and brings warmth in our lives and gives healing to our hearts, minds, bodies and souls. Sometimes the “sun” comes in the form of a friend. You always bring the sun, Ivor! βοΈ
Sometimes the “sun” comes in the form of a song, or a stranger’s smile, or just being in nature, etc….there are so many things that can bring us warmth and healing. π
HUGS!!!
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Thank you Carolyn, It’s a poem of many emotions and deep feelings… written, not long after my break-up with a girl called Sue….So the words are open to all sorts of interpretations, and whatever the reader wants to read into them….. and now they are just words…. ((Hugs))…. XX
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Well, they are important words.
And important feelings in/”behind” the words.
With poetry, I like that even tho’ the poet doesn’t always explain exactly how they were feeling or what was going on when the wrote the poem, we can all apply it to our own lives and our own experiences…and we find the meaning to us. π
Hope your day is a great day today!!! π
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Hi Carolyn, hopefully a restful day, I’ve been quite busy lately, doggie sitting, a little bit of work, writing, putting poetry submissions in !!and trying to catch up with my house work !!!
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All good things, Ivor! Keep at it! π But, always take time for needed rest! π
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Oh Carolyn,,, you and my sister… you could be my twin sisters !!, thank you for thinking of my well being, I’m always deeply touched.. ((Hugs))
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You’re welcome! π
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Haha, my sister just phoned me up while you were messaging me, yep, twins ππ
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HA! π That is so funny! I’d be honored to be her twin! I’d be honored to be your sister! π
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And I think that would be lovely, I love my sister dearly.
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π
I’ve got some good sisters and some good brothers, too. (biological)
AND some others I “adopted” into my life! π
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I’ve only got the one sister, but there is lady friends in my life, that have looked after, and basically they have adopted me πππΆπ€
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Well, you are very adoptable! π π€ π
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I’ve got those sad dark eyes, like a puppy …..
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Aw
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This last line…killed me. Wonderful wonderful clichΓ© “fjord”
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Thank you for reading and commenting, yes, it was a poem full of mixed emotions
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Terrific imagery. And Einaudiβs βElegy for the Arcticβ is perfect accompaniment to the elemental landscape of your words.
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Thank you for reading and your lovely comments..
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