I’m feeling a bit older this morning after last night’s party!! , so here’s an older poem I’m reposting…
Not Here Nor There
My time is slowly passing.
Age is creeping, not lasting.
I’m frail and growing older.
My body shivers when it’s colder.
And sweats like hell, in the heat.
My mind is feeble and weak.
I don’t seem to remember.
Whether it’s March, April, or September.
Here I sit, what am I doing.
There I look, where am I going.
There I ask, what’s for tea my dear.
Oh, I forgot, she’s not here.
Well best I retire to bed.
And wrest this weary head.
Under a linen sheet, like a hood.
Laying here, on this piece of wood.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2019
Very emotional and thought provoking!
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Thankyou Varnika, I’ve seemed to have outlived my words from ages ago, I’m now emotionally far more stable,… I think…..
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Smooth, emotional and authentic. Bravo
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Thank you, my writings flow my soul unabridged, so pleased that you genuinely like my poem.
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Pieces from the heart can be felt through someone’s writing and this is that
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Gratefully thanking you. It’s all very good self therapy, and even these replies and comments, I gain solace from.
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Very sad, but very therapeutic. I hope you are not sad all the time. Although no one can ever fill that hole in your heart. Thank you for sparking my own memories.
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Written ages ago Claudia, haha, I’ve outlived those times, and now emotionally quite sound, and physically healthy…… I think…… the poem’s from the years after my Stroke and the final 10 your I had Carole with me …..
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Woot woot! I’m happy to hear that! Now and then I come across poetry or stories that are just really sad. Good –but sad. And it makes me wonder. I have those poems too ..even a short story about a farmers last day…reminiscent of my dad who passed away. I hate/love those creative bits, you know?
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This is so emotional and touched my heart!
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Thankyou Amber, so pleased that you felt the emotions, its was a heart wrenching time in our lives β‘
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Ivor, this paints SUCH an emotional picture. It’s so well done, I can see the sadness, loss, grieving, ache.
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I’m your regular emotional bloke, but that’s how life was back then, Carole was suffering and alive, and was alive and sharing her suffering, but we both survived, her in spirit and I in body, and I’m ok now……
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I’m happy to hear you are ‘okay’ now Ivor. And I really appreciate your sharing.
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I think sharing, is caring for yourself
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And a wonderful on-going tribute to Carol. π
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it’s heart-touching and beautiful!
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Thankyou Soiba, I’m pleased you like this verse, written during an emotional time in my life……
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It’s sad and beautiful at the same time. You write straight from the heart and it shows in every word.
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Thanks Karen, may I suggest you view some of my earlier posts/blogs back in early June, they’re some of my fav’s,
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I got here through Slasher Monster and i am so delighted i took time to read your poemsβ¦they are beautiful..
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I’m glad you found me, I’ve only been blogging for 7 weeks, and still finding my way. Not many people have discovered my earlier posts, definitely some of my fav’s. May I suggest go back to June 7th on my site…. Liquid Joy, Where’s That dream, Haven’t Seen You For A while(especially), and “Home” a poem I wrote to honour Leonard Cohen, on the day I heard of his passing, and thoroughly influenced by his sublime poem/song “Going Home”, hope you enjoy
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Oohhh thank you…yes i am finding my way back to your earlier posts.
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Lovely Ivor. I bet you still have a few chats with Carole. She will live in your heart forever.
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Ivor, thanks for writing my current life scriptπ. Feeling old.
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I liked this. I look for your posts, but I must have missed this one. You always write from the heart, and your wife must have been a wonderful person. I’m glad you’re doing better, physically and emotionally. As a matter of fact, you’re probably as healthy as a horse, strong as an ox, and able to drink your fair share of pots, and put someone like me under the table.
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Not quite as strong as an Ox, more like a Koala. I know you don’t drink much, so I’d be kind to you and have 6 pots to your 1. And tonight I’ll have a few extra ones at the pub, me the birthday boy (66)
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Happy Birthday!
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Cheers, I surely will
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Sweet, heart rendering words. I love poetry, because one poem can hold a microcosm of memories.
~PR
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Thank you Ivor for sharing for this best poetry.
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Poem
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Wonderful Piece of Poetry.
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Thankyou for your kind words, and sincere thanks following my blog/website, hope you enjoy my humble writings, I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers.
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Cheers! God Bless π
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Such a story you tell
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Ah yes, a story for that time, those dreaded feelings have dissapated now, and I’m stronger in body and mind. … I think. ..
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Time is the best healer π
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True, Father Time, … but I wonder, why not, mother time. …..
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Hear, hear to you, Ivor, and this wonderful poem. So glad you’re here.
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Thank you β€οΈ Ann for reading. I am very happy to be here ππ
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Lovely lines, expressive emotions. Hope you are resting, make sure you hydrate too. Iβm sure you had a wonderful time. Take careππΈ
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Thank you Yonnie, I’m fine, the old bones take a while to get moving. I’ll be just reposting old poems this week, I’m having a great time. ππ€π
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You are welcome. That i is good to know. Take care, Ivor. ππ€π
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Here’s to the wisdom of an age
That although fills one with rage.
Surely turns you into a sage…brilliant, touching post Ivor. One that can also be appreciated by a young poet in the midst of aging
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Thank you Lazarus, your eloquently worded comment, and lovely compliment, brought me a smile, and definitely made feel young today πππ€
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Most welcome…and do convey my message of wellbeing to your aging brother
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Thank you Lazarus, we will catching up again on Wednesday..
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A good one Ivor. A few lines from your poem could easily apply to me, some days I’m not even sure what day it is!
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Yes I understand, the aging process is not stopping π€ππ€
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It certainly isnβt π
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till then my friend
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Your emotions are intense, yet beautiful, in this poem, Ivor. We understand and we can relate.
You are just growing more well-seasoned! Beautiful, wise, full-hearted, wonderful! π And you are not walking the road of life alone! π
That version of that song is my favourite one!
HUGS!!! π
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Yes Carolyn, it’s a natural process, and it is no good hiding in denial. πππ
The song’s always been a favourite of mine ππ€
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Such a somber piece, but so beautifully penned. I captured the image in my mind.
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Yes, reflective and honest, about the process of ageing
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Definitely a reflective piece… Ah, aging. It has its up & downs. The downs a pain in the butt, because it makes it so hard to get off the ground. LOL!
At least trying to make you smile! π
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I call it, “thrills, spills and pills πππ
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π€£ I can certainly appreciate that!! LOL!
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A very thoughtfully written poem…a true depiction of life!
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Thank you Mona, yes there is no good living in denial, our time here is limited, so let’s live life and enjoy our existence
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Absolutely! Have a great day, Ivor π
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Ack! I know the feeling, coupled with a brain injury, I’m surprised half the time I remember my age.
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Yes, the brain injury and slowing down are big contributors to our lack of memory. πβΊοΈπ€
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At family gatherings when I call the names it’s like winning the lottery, I’ll be lucky if I get it right…
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I understand that completely π€πβΊοΈ
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Ah! Aging catches up with all, eventually. But the trick is to enjoy what we have. Beautifully penned, Ivor.
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Thank you Punam, yes a reality look at ageing, in a gentle way.. ππ€
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You are welcome! π€
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Very poignant and heartfelt, Ivor. In future, please don’t link to your posts in comments you leave at my blog–you can include the title, but by adding the link your comment goes directly to spam. Assuming I find the comment, I remove links before posting. Thank you.
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Ok Rhen, thank you for that information….
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You’re welcome.
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