Frosted Glass (Revised)
My courtyard window is frosted
From this morning’s piercing coldness
It’s a freezing winter’s day
The wind feels like razor blades
Even the venetian blinds, are shaking
With-holding none of the external arctic blast
A frozen sparrow lays on the sill
Ready to fall, on dirt, so icy
A meagre frigid offering
To the polar Snowlord
And I’m a blizzard’s open door
A captured statue, shivering to the core
Riveted, by my eternal music score
Leonard Cohen’s, Avalanche and more
Ivor Steven (c) July 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.
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Amazing, the poem took me to this frosted window
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Thankyou Soiba, it so cold this morning, and at the time I was listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen’s music and words, haha and a poem was born !!
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Nice day to be born 😀
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It took me exactly to that frosted window…
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It was a terribly cold day brrr, thanks to Leonard Cohen’s music and words giving me plenty of inner warmth.
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That’s great Ivor…
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I could visualise the window, the sparrow, the frost and the music. What a picture!
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Thanks Karen, it must’ve been a day for music, all around the world.
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I shivered from the frost and reading about the bird being an offering to the Snowlord. Another grand and darkish poem; perfect for SMM! Brr. Do keep warm, though, my Aussie friend. 💋
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I’m warm now, snug in bed, it’s nearly 1.00am. And I did submit “Frosty” to SMM, dreamtime for me ♡
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Sweet dreams! I’ll check on the emails soon. Thanks Ivor. 🦋💋🌸
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What an amazing way to paint your morning Ivor.
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A little poetic licence taken with lots of over-exaggeration, but I was feeling the cold, hehe, maybe the hangover shakes, from a big Saturday afternoon and evening at “My” Footy Club…..
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🙂 Well the combination was lovely. 🙂 Maybe you can do it again sometime. Hahahahahahahaa! 🙂
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Not exaggerating this morning, freezing, 2C only
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That’s about 35.6 for fahrenheit according to the thing on the computer. Which is not extremely cold for us. It’s cold, but not quite freezing yet. So that’s pretty darn cold for where you are Ivor?
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Sitting at my computer, wearing, my knitted beanie, winter jacket, other jumpers, tracksuit pants, woolie socks and ugh boots, definitely not a pretty “picture”.
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Oh but I do love winter. There’s something about it that inspires, insulates, or even gives rest to my creative soul. I see you there. And you look fine! 🙂
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Yes, all wrapped up again, and as you say, warmly typing away…
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Lovely…..:) and just think, as your winter warms to spring we will be slipping into fall (my favorite time of year!)
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ah yes, imagining you strolling around collecting Autumn leaf’s.
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Ahhhhh……I like the thought of it too!
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Nature can be harsh. I am used to the cold and I appreciate it, but I felt for the frozen little bird 💔
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It wasn’t so terribly cold, I borrowed a lot of poetic licence, and over exaggerated the facts, but I was happy with the effects… thankyou…
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Don’t we all? I do the same when I write. Those effects seem to help engage the writer and the readers 😉
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Maybe that’s why we write, we’ve an over abundance of imagination, and our writings are the release of these inner extra illusions.
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That is one of the reasons why I write for sure 💕 That and my love for words and imaginary worlds. Also my friends and students are very eager to read what springs out of those overactive circuits of mine ^^
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Haha, hope you’ve got a circuit breaker on your fuse-board *^*
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I wish I had ^^ haha I have to micro manage it myself and make sure my circuits don’t fry ^^
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Ow ow. If poems have colours, this one will definitely be grey. It screams to me
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Was the sparrow the Bird on the Wire?
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Ha, nice one Peter, actually the song playing at the time was, “One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong”, a favourite
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Your words freeze me to my core, Ivor. Now, go and put out some more bird seed, or rind, or whatever it is Australian birds eat in the Winter.
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The sparrow wasn’t really dead, I just made that up, but knock on wood, going to Zero in the morning brrrr,
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Wrap up tight, make your words ignite, just be careful, as my Nana used to say, not to make a fuel out of yourself!
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Oh gee, I’ll have to remember that one. hehe.
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you have increased my love for the cold and snow with this poem, though I would have rushed out to catch that tiny bird. “the wind feels like razor blades” oh Ivor this was magnificent, micro poetry i love
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Oh Gina, it’s really not that cold here, Ivor’s imagination !! I do exaggerate a lot ❄️😉🤔
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Imagination is a wonderful thing. It creates amazing poetry n stories I love your imagination ☺️
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I seem to have my
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Whoops again,… I’m all thumbs,,.. I seem to have a vivid imagination… and it’s always been with me 😊🙄
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Wow! The imagery in this piece makes me want to shut off my A/C. burr! Great writing!!!
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I’m chilled through! I need to step out into the sunlight and thaw 😀
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Wow, Awesome. 🙂
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I’m rapt you liked my poem….
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A wonderful write, Ivor! A beautiful read! 🙂
It’s so wonderful how you are in tune to your surroundings and can let your imagination help you write about your observations and feelings. Because of that, we who read them, can relate, too. 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Oh Carolyn, you’re always so thorough and insightful about my writings, and I so look forward to your wondrous comments, 🤔😉((hugs))
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Your poems and words always give me so much to think about, and feel! 🙂
HUGS for this new day!!! 🙂
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Thank you for the morning, I’ve just woken up, it’s a great way to start my day…. 🤗🤗
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