Throwback Friday, A Tattooed Blond, By Ivor Steven.

Another one of those dreams,

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A Tattooed Blond

I’m neither here nor there

Half asleep nor half awake

Not quite conscious

Like a drifting snowflake

Sinking through a prism

Where I fantasize and over-achieve

Seeing a blond-haired vixen

Thinking I’ve seen her tatt’s before

I’m retreating, hiding

From her beckoning embraces

My drunken mates at the bar

Giggling and smirking, as if I can’t see

Between, there’s a tattered curtain

A pale veil, shadows lurking

A vision surreal, of blue, red and black

Like a fiery chasm

The blond’s tattoos, twitch and spasm

Chasing my body into the surf

Waves crashing over, and around

A bubbling sensation, wildly scary

I sprawl atop the tattoos in the sand

And I wonder what to do

With her bloodied tattooed hand

Wishing I could escape from here or there

I suddenly awaken, and burst into tears

Recognising my weakest fears

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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.

14 thoughts on “Throwback Friday, A Tattooed Blond, By Ivor Steven.”

  2. interesting line Ivor, weakest fears, do the stronger fears bully the weak ones and gain energy from them? I love the flow of your poem, exactly how dreams go, no meaning, itself a story unravelling. Your imagery is amazing, the sand gives me a feeling of slipping away and the tattoos, permanent impermanence when a limb is taken away. Wow! i do love this one but maybe I am biased as I love tattoos!

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      1. i don’t dream in colour so I will never know! see that’s why i love tattoos, they can always be from one ink. you are good at remembering what you dreamed, I hardly ever

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  3. Powerful emotion-filled dream that turned into a very vivid powerful poem, Ivor!
    We all have fears…and they manifest themselves in different ways, at different times.
    It’s interesting when they can be released in dreams and there is great relief to wake up and realize it was just a dream.
    (((HUGS)))

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    1. Thank you dear Carolyn… I’m a fortunate person, after I’ve had a dream. that i’m able to to recall some of the snippets from my visions and then write about them…..and they seem to make for some interesting poetry…((Hugs))

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